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 Mar 2020
Mrs Timetable
Dear baby me:
You were wrinkled
You had no hair
Couldn't walk
Couldn’t formulate a thought
Cried a lot
Couldn't see too clear
Couldn’t distinguish what I hear
Can’t figure out how
I am so much like that now
It happened too fast
Why didn't my youth last
Seemed in an instant
I was no longer an infant
I knew nothing of life
But sure now it’s with strife
I remember way back when
I can’t remember now and then
It’s just not really fair
Being old with flair
No one forgot the baby you see
I hope no one forgets the now me
 Mar 2020
False Poets
~for patty m.~
and all the others that surrender their truths
word by word by word
~

get paid by the word.

nothing particularly relevant-familiar to a poet-revenant.

we the Falstaffs, the literate fools of the world,
pay and pay on, pay forwards and backwards

once eons ago, in a confession blurted,
in a moment of spent outrageous misfortune:

”what you did not ask was this!

With each passing poem,
I am lessened within, expurgated,
In a sense part of me, expunged,
Part of me, passing too,
Every poems birth diminishes me.”


this is our only pay-out & pay-meant methodology.
 Feb 2020
Perry
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
 Feb 2020
v V v
Free will has brought us here,
brought me here,
all the result of breathing.

A consequence from arrogance.
A consequence from alcohol (But not me).
A consequence of neglect.

A consequence of the unknown
explosion at any given moment
from my mother when we
were young.

My developed response
a fight or flight my whole life,
the pathway so deep
a bottom doesn't exist.

Like a deep sea diver
the lower I go
the darker it becomes.

Claustrophobia and panic  
are almost certain.

Breathing
becomes more difficult

and returning to the surface
takes slow and steady patience.

I've only gone so deep.

How much further I might go I do not know.

I'm terrified to think what might be down there.

The thought of meeting the unknown face to face is
a fight I fight everyday.

They tell me that fighting gives it strength,
it would be better to befriend it.

I try but

its hard to make friends
in the dark.
 Feb 2020
Smothered Divine
Too simple to mess up.
A narrative:

Thigh aching, body quaking, heart shaking breezes.
Tears can rack your eyes, trembling bones, cold stones
against blue toes.
Summer depression, sunshine heartache, shiny hot hellfire and:
-mourn-...
"mew" The kitten whispers.
Shaking laughter; Who could be sad?
Why did the kitten speak to the dawn?
Again:
Who could be sad at the thought of it, when you're crying out to the world
for a sign of major sorts
and a kitten, meek and small
mewls at the dawn
as you cry?
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To Larry. You're my sign...
-this has been in the works for a while and I've finally decided to post it as it is. Love ya, friend!
 Feb 2020
Cyclone
My 20/20 vision sees superstition, come blurry vision, dodge them pigeons, what is this life we living?, my friends come listen, life is driven by fatal homicides and wicked threats, 2020 approaching us fast, I see us with no rest, heavy stress with all our fears robbing us of our best, ain't no test, but fear of death will make us put on vests, days are set, lessons from holy bible says be prepared, terrorism increasing come year by year, I can tell your scared, we're interred by our own fantasies, my prophecy, is what I see, get them old sacred fees up off of me, ain't stopping me, republicans ****** the world now all I see, destruction, corruption, we function off devils ways it's hard to be, reborn saints, we faint, come paint the vision that I see, 20/20 vision ain't clear enough for this prophecy.
 Jan 2020
CLARYT
I know we're on a roll babe,
I love the time we share,
I know you love me now though,
I've yet to travel there,
These voices in my head dear,
They toy with me so much,
I worry you will tire love,
I'm not afraid as such,
Just thinking way too loud but,
My quietened mind is close,
For you have made a promise,
And you, I trust the most,
Just tell me that you love me,
And love my quirky ways,
So we can get to living,
Our next one million days...

(C) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 22/01/2020
 Jan 2020
Kurt Philip Behm
With memory escaping,
you stare down the hall

From that place where you hang,
last nail in the wall

You once were a sovereign,
you used to be real

What death left in tribute
—your portrait conceals

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
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