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Ottar Mar 2015
Glasses with frames now used to see
Lines on faces not far away, beyond me
And my capability, under fluorescent,
Lights.

These glasses gather spots of rain, doctor
Doctor, there are spots before my sockets
Containing real steel slate blue eyes, go ahead
Whistle if you must.

I will get used to it.

Six foot five in a five foot nine inch frame,
Coached volleyball well without any shame,
Calm demeanor was not required, I was
Tame, not the chair kicking kind.

Did not need glasses then, when oh when is this
Going to end, when either you or the referee,
Whistles.
About superficial me.
Ottar Mar 2015
Hear the rain
fall, here the rains
drop, where there
was once grass and
clay soil dry, yet now

the pools of rainwater protest,
with all the little droplet hostages,
the collective have not the resources to,
from here escape!

To true though grounded too, due to weather, any possible help the unfriendly breeze, has wind-instrumented away.

After you read this, I drought there will be
a dry eye in the house, and you'll all pool your
resources, to make me Maui's most wanted poet for
awhile.
Ottar Mar 2015
It has no color, yet it embraces them all, so it is black.
It has no size, yet it does the monstrous, in an attack.
It is not passive, yet massive aggressive, watch your back.
It has no peace, yet it wants the peace on your mind,

Yet there is nothing else to do
Or say
Done, moving on killed that topic
All agreed?
Oh sorry, did you figure it out it evil I was discoursing?
Ottar Mar 2015
And not enough stars.

The streets are like arteries behind your eyes,
they can now see all.

Young geeks familiar with computer speak, sit in rooms
of control and the troll to make traffic better, with the
help and dreams, sky high and sky eyes, I feel more secure.
maybe...

Do you need attention,
what is your intention,
on main street thoroughfare,
tell'em all watching life ain't fair
rage at the sky above
with gestures, not love
sirens buzzing your direction
show your best side, get bolder get braver
no pictures, you didn't sign the waiver
Levels of "passive surveillance" are everywhere, how did orwell know?
Ottar Mar 2015
If I write a poem about ***,
will you still have respect
for me in the morning?

If sext text, intersects,
a censorship quest, who
then sinks the relationship?

Image burned into your mind
pointed, yet you are not blind
and can you still see, the point
or are you seeing the last image
burnt?
Ottar Mar 2015
Creeps the stench into the room,
Through an open door, our doom,

Oily sticky sour smell,
Ain't Heaven must be hell,

Large grow-op cannot be far,
Perhaps a skunk versus a car?

Peace and quiet taken for a oneway ride,
As there is now a stink, high on Eventide,

It has come in.
Tide of a certain breed
Ottar Mar 2015
it isn't snow
it isn't snow
it isn't snow,
but it is so wet,
not the wettest winter yet,
but you can't call this winter,
April showers started in October,
oh we had some sun
oh we had some sun
oh we had fun,
little time $spent$ on the $slopes$
one part of tourism had to cope,

with weather patterns, that
go in seventeen year cycles or fifty one
year bunches, no pulling punches,
but who makes this stuff up?
the drought will follow
water restrictions to swallow,
will there nary a drop of water to drink?

I have a cow bank, white and black sitting
empty
on my desk, by my elbow, waiting to be
filled with, all my savings for a rainy day
spent, for as the saying goes
"save something for a rainy day"
we have had so many rainy days, it is all
spent
cow is bent out of shape, and starving for some
coin of the realm, and the natural order of things,
scrambled,
saw three ducks out of their lake, taking a chance to
take swim in a monster puddle in a Wallmart
parking lot!
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