Tell me if you heard this one,
I was at a bar,
Ok that's it but the rest is mine,
I was at a bar last night
Sifting through slurs
And undulating whimper
On daily pestful subjects
I thought should be left at home
Or be drunken under the table,
           And in the jungle
Of blurr a voice like a tiny God
Came to me and said
Things that didn't make sense
    But sounded so alluring at
Ear's tickle,
   Such words shouldn't be
Wasted in a bar with a variety
Of urban sloths and various
      Creatures that remind
Me to leave the bar at 1
Because I might take one home
With me at 2.
      I took her words
And sifted through them
Like I imagine God would
When He makes a soul,
    Saying, you're going to hell
And your going to Heaven,
    Since I could tell her
Verbiage was passive and rehearsed,
     Such beauty wasn't meant to be spewed,
    Under a tortured light
That shows the faint
Lines under everything
I said to her,
" Baby, shut up, lets make beautiful music together! "
     Little did she know
She didn't have a chance,
     Poets never do against
A musician.
    Suckers!

I'm sorry I'm away
my minds been in  knot
untie me muse
before I think I die!
I need to write again
in lyrical content
it chokes me up
I think I'll even cry!

Ma Cherie © 2017

life is a rubix's  cube,
some times its just
                a mess of colour...

And every so often
      they all match and
                     your content...

Sub-atomic strings,
Each flailing in a solar system
        Deep under eye's
Reach,
    Taken at present
With a grey gloom under
  A Fall wind's coming,
      The first steps
Like a toddler graduation,
       Vacating the spaces
In a perception one's own,
          
     Sub-atomic,
Tiny presences,
     A walk alone
Between the spaces.

3am or same day yesterday,
Now,
Opened the blinds,
Pitch black,
A dance of shadows,
Watching slumped
Full attention at a moment's
Snap,
Order in the chase,
Cigarettes steady stream
Lights flicker at eye's corner,
     Animal nocturne
Domesticated wild.