rip my hair and skin
scalp me down to my river mind,
innards of rot and process

take your hollow **** of words
bury them in my very own
valley of salt and waste

let's say,
"words are words,"
with purpose and shallow bravery

they
mean this or that
and that is that
of course!

this is this and the other thing
what a lovely ring

sure to rhyme
break the lines
here and there

a bold poet
with a neautered tongue and pen
a cold box, where chaotic sloppy life
should tumble forth with joyful hot moans,
explosions of spit fury finger breaking body snatching war hunger defeat suffocating three ton wool blanket thrown over our mouthes stifling the bitter gut gargling screams of drone death baby mother buried way down under by the son father stalking blind with tears and rage and poverty
skin not black but brown, religious garb for the crown
hypocrisy will be sure to follow him about

Yet, here we are, a small empty hall, short not grand
Yet, even here an echo back of our dim shallow fancies
words that skip on the surface of meaning and power

mothers grieve shouting at the earth, holding their
******* to the moon, while fathers eat the dry bleached
sand we've left behind in valleys of salt and waste

hands too soft
lips too hesitant
him, any him any one- never enough

push me grab me bite me
anything

anything to make me feel
something
again

I never smoked
Since you left me to bestow me rigorous ache
I pressed one pipe amid my two lips
Then I was about to lit the pipe with a gaslight  
All on a sudden your face emerged from the pipe
I stopped! Tell me how could I burn your Beautiful face?

Mickey's Hallowee'n


The trick or treater stood before me
Dressed like someone from a story
He was looking good but really gory
I knew just who he was

The blood looked real and really icky
I knew the kid, his name was Mickey
The dried blood it looked really sticky
He never said a word

Zombie like, he stood there staring
It was a fantastic costume he was wearing
I'm sure that most kids he was scaring
He held his bag up high

I reached behind to give him candy
The treats were close, I had them handy
I gave him chocolate, a bar called "Dandy"
He smiled and walked away

I watched him leave and said "good haunting"
I hope he gets all that he's wanting
He looked at me, like I was taunting
He didn't understand

Each year he goes out trick or treating
One year poor Mickey took a beating
While he was standing, and his candy eating
He's never been the same

He's 24 and no one cares
It's not the same if he's not there
He always comes and stands and stares
Mickey makes our Halloween




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something wicked
something wicked
this way comes
this way comes

I feel it in my heart and bones
Something in this game of thrones
Some how we are not alone
something wicked this way comes

I can not tell from dark or light
I only know it's out tonight
I know I will keep from sight
Something wicked this way comes

Something wicked
Something wicked
This way comes
This way comes

Monster maybe, but not sure
I know I will lock my door
I won't add to the monster's score
Something wicked this way comes

Drinking from a witches brew
Ghosts, and witches, ghoulies too
I'm not going out...are you?
something wicked this way comes

something wicked
something wicked
this way comes
this way comes

I'll stay inside alone tonight
I'll not go out until daylight
Then everything will be alright
Something wicked this way comes

I don't know if it's fake or real
I only know just what I feel
I refuse to be a monster's meal
Something wicked this way comes

Red robot
There's a beggar on my right
He begs for something to eat
We hand him a juicy, orange naartjie
He thanks us as if we'd saved his life
but he saved ours.

I stared at him in amazement
As the naartjie was peeled.
He peeled it gently and softly
almost as if he held a newborn baby
smoothly and with a tenderness.
The same touch as that from a mother.
He taught me to be gentle.

As we strolled up the road
I spotted another beggar, polishing his shoes
Shoes that have aged.
As the cloth swayed smoothly from left to right
he smiled, as if that was his only joy.
Like the first laugh of a baby.
The feeling that creates butterflies and fairies.
He taught me how to be gentle.

Dear daddy,
would you please
let mommy go?

It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.