imagine how the rich elite feel
when their pools are spilled
by a wanton elephant
let loose in the backyard
that promised
health care reform and  a
huge big wall
to be built post haste that
might have kept the
mastodon
from
falling into the
cement pond
in the first place
hilarity
did you vote for
Hillary??

occupy the windows things
the  outside lights and fleeting visions
live like a reflection always looking out
and never in

stand in the sun and hide
from tangibles that glow in
the insides shine the
things you hide

that to everyone
are obvious like elephants
your signature your
dispositions I guess

convert and consecrations
your only sin
but you turn away when looking at the
colored glass

the cross a searing soldier told
to wipe your secondhand mind
clean and when you find
the answers I will speak in sentences

Some girls
Have butterflies
Beautiful winged elegance
Flying through their cerebrums

Me?

I've got old ghosts
That turn into whiskey drunk monsters
Saying
"I should put a bullet
In your brain".

I saw him yesterday.
Standing in front of me.
Blowing his brains out
Over and over.

A movie stuck on repeat
In my brain.

And some small part
Of me
Hopes he does it.
So he doesn't come after me
Anymore.

Maybe
The monster is me.

I'm an assassin
a man of ******
I will **** your memories
and place them
in the dustbin of time

Sweetness comes with sleep
memory is illusion
****** a thing of gripping hands
and gasping breath
the only thing real
is my hand
holding this pen
a dog's tongue
on my face

Summer has settled sweetly here
we enjoy the hours
take pleasure
in the taverns
and circuses of this life

Our merriment obscures
the steady progress of time
the creeping insecurity
of old age

But I say
let merriment prevail!

In the face of all these
bogus truths
I choose only
truth
a steely resolve
and what might yet prove
to be a vain hope
in eternity

Time tells its tale
and time will tell

i could almost swear i was loosing
sorry... losing my mind
   over this, well, phenomenon -
  and it only exists in english -
                   the remnants of latin -
and the lack of germanic "barbarism",
    i thought i turning dyslexic
   for a while...
        but as it turns out,
                cemetary - isn't akin to cemetery -
teerful, tarry - tomato in english
         and ta-may-tah in american english...
   the **** is australian english?
            to-mah-toh in english -
   **** me, american linguistic encoding
  is so much simpler...
                          and faster done -
but now i know why i transliterate
               certain letters in certain words...
     transliterate, right? i'm being spot on
with regards to a proper descriptive noun?
    latin?
    oh sure, i blame the existence of
   graphemes (siamese diacritical
    quadruplets), æ & œ -
let call the former pair adam & eve,
   and the latter oedipus & epicaste,
   we ******* need the german ß at some point,
i'm not saying all the time...
      but come on, poetizing?  looks ugly
even if you don't have the zing,
  but the sing in the spelling...
       poetißing... ah, that's better (not really);
but at least i know
                 why i sometimes make spelling
mistakes... the remnant of the latin art
                        of writing graphemes,
a bit like uv (not ultra-violet)
           as in:    when asking to chisel a word
into stone, where v actually implied u...
             so why did the "lazy" ******* not
bother trimming the other curves in other
letters?
                you'd probably see runes...
     e.g. when R became ᚱ,
                               and B became ᛒ...
                           and S became ᛋ...
that's what i'm saying, they were "lazy"...
   and a shitload of cow... ****...
       poured over poor U.

shock power is welcome
shiver me out my complacency

rock me out my safe zone
make me blush at my own prudish

kick me when I am standing too tall for my own good
and shout down my refusal to change

ignore me when I think I am at most right
do not succour my self delusion

call me stupid and call me out
when I writhe on the ground in self pity.

and if ever I should begin to think I am a poet
walk away in silence.

I struggle with myself,
I struggle with my brain
it ain't that I'm a crazy
it ain't I'm gone insane

trauma changes people
deep within the mind
all that I am asking
is you be the loving kind,

I gotta thinkin problem
some things invade my thought,
I don't know when it happened
or if it was something I was taught,

so tell me I'm annoying
but don't say that I'm bad
tell me I am wonderful
in loving me your glad,

I will love you truly love
cuz I am true of heart
but maybe we are doomed you know
doomed we were the start,

but still,
too not seek the beauty in the experience,
seems to me a waste of both our precious precious time
when loving could be so amazing
exciting an sublime

I only ask you try
be present be with me
open up your mind and heart
only then we will see
if to love so unencumbered
will set our love so free,

only then we will know-

if you an I
were ever -
REALLY
meant to be.

Ma Cherie © 2017