Th poems were walking down the street

A young teenage girl,
A Professional Loser, but life lessoned and in possession of
Eagled-claws and tongue razored sharpened
From gettin/givin acidic high school barbed kisses
(She maintained up to date put down lists),
Swooped them up, hers to imprison,
Framed them to be soully hers,
Purposed for skin restoration during the wee hours of the
Crying Nights

A middle aged man, tired from failure,
Trapped tween lost rock n' roll dreams and
Unsuccessful retirement planning,
Suffocated by the hands of twixt and tween,
Grabbed the three, like a rock climbing hand-hold to
Take him home when and where his family looks at him
Pathetically.

This grandfather espied the other two,
Looked liked old familiars, friends maybe,
But eyes/words, dimmed, disparu,
Memories unsorted, disordered, jumble-merged,
Perhaps the words to a song he once knew complete,
But did he write that phrase, or was he just a poet
Thief?

The three poems went about their business,
Bringing heaven to earth,

FYI, even Angels can't be everywhere, so,
God invented poems to do his ***** work,
Cleansing souls.

They rode in~out of town on a prankster wave,
A cheering throng was not around,
But a singular poet saw, recorded the vision,
And thus, this nameless poet,
Below unmasked, unsealed,
Cleansed one more soul,
And that soul, this soul, as required,
Paid it forward.
Paid as in the past tense

I almost gave into temptation
As the rocket passed by my bedroom
Eclipsing the moon in its O so delicate form

I couldn't arrange my feelings properly
And I can honestly say that I still can't

I look to my left
And sometimes I'm right
But I still write left

And I want to read,
But books are too far
And I want to love
But this is too bizarre

And never will I accept a falsehood under the hood of my car

Invisible mishaps in the happenings of France
Beat the backwards happenstance
And misplace everything that was never there

I thought of someone else today,
Someone from my past.
Nothing ever happened,
but I wonder how she's doing.
And part of me never cared to begin with.

Mr. O'Leary spoke to the wooden spoon
I don't quite remember what he said
But he looked at me with queer eyes
And never spoke again

I remember that day vividly
As the cat fell atop my forehead
And the sky turned gray
As no one danced, that day
And something fell into my vat

A child, a child!
Made of potatoes and rye
Fell into a vat, and like a child, did cry

I flipped the bird's nest
And broke the camel
To save that child's face

But nothing, alas nothing could this day, erase.

I think I need a walk
I need a walk

It is to clear my head
To clear my head

Of all the echoes in silence
The echoes in silence

I can no longer hear myself
No longer hear myself

And thinking is never the same
Is never the same

I keep writing the same words
Writing the same words

I hope to get them out
To get them out
of my brain

I kissed the boy,
with the sunny smile,
and the ocean eyes.
and when he kissed me back
I could taste pity on his lips.

And when he held my hand,
and made fun of me,
because I held it wrong,
I knew you were never mine to keep,
no matter how much I wanted too.

we once saw a movie at midnight,
caressed my hand through the whole thing
and afterwards,
when you got shaky and anxious
I packed you a bowl,
and sat with you while you smoked it.
Fell asleep in your arms,
happy and warm.

you woke me up,
with sleepy kisses
and we skipped school,
and you made me breakfast
and we went on a hike,
ventured off the trail,
and I slid on some rocks
and ripped my favorite pants,
you laughed and kissed me,
and promised you would sew them.
for a moment I thought everything would work out

but you are a complicated person,
and I wish I had known the extent of that,
before we made love,
because you never had much love to give back,
and you took a lot from me,
at a point when I had very little to keep for myself,
I guess it was all just bad timing.

But I'm good now,
and you are....
good?
And I can pretend like we never touched,
and you can pretend like we never kissed,
and that's fine
because everything is good now.