First come up with a catchy title
One that will draw the crowds
Throw in a bit of Mojo
A little pizzazz, a lot of Wow

Give it a twinge of what people want
A slight tweak of what people need
That can stand on it's on, slap them square in the face
How about you call it FREE MONEY!

Now that you have the hardest of parts
Tightly locked in place
It's time to spin the ultimate rhyme
One that will blow them all away

Throw in a little love for all the ladies
One or two car chases for Dad
So as not to leave anyone out
Dinosaur's and bunny rabbits for the kids

Now take it and mix it together
Slightly shaken but never stirred
Till you have them eating out of your hands
Devouring your every word

This will keep them coming back for more
They will always be waiting in line
For your next junket through
The world of mysterious rhyme

I hope that this has been helpful
And in a way has enlightened you
Now go out there Mr.and Miz Poet
There's a line outside waiting for you

I am one of the lucky ones that has a high sensitivity to malignancy
I still wear it myself like a cape in the cold
but I can detect a sick person almost right away
some say that’s not very nice to say
though I’d rather know who’s a waste of my time than find out later when I’ve invested my heart & soul into the person
that’s part of what makes me a sick person,
investing myself too much in other people
and isn’t it funny
how we forget about these people that meant so much to us
once
obsession has its terminus
there are cusps a person trips off of that leave them falling,
spiralling into a new obsession or phase or life
or numbness
that’s why memory is so beautiful
even if it hurts a lot
it reminds us we are never going to be the same as we used to be
there’s something peaceful about that
though the sick find it tormenting

She takes it down
tries it.
It doesn't fit
Not tight enough against her skin.
The gown goes back
to the rack.
She takes another one
If this goes
on and on
I win.

It's a sin if you can't enjoy
sitting like a little boy
in a dress shop and she won't stop
until she finds
the right one.
on and on she tries them on
until the day has gone but there is always a
tomorrow.

Mr Kipling grins
Satisfied he did the right thing
Watching it go round and round
Certain his investment's sound
Sending him a trifle dizzy
While making exceedingly good
               electricity

'Time is so strange here,It goes slower.'Said the pale ghostly boy.He slowly trudged next to me,feet seeming to shuffle forward step by slow step.His feet barely touched the ground. He was roughly seventeen or eighteen. His face had no trace of human emotion, as if waned by the afterlife. His voice seemed unconnected to him, it was disembodied and all around us. He came to a stop infront on me. 'We don't get visitors often,' he said. I replied, ' I sort of ended up here accidentally.' He smiled then, a sad all knowing chilly smile. It sent a surge of fear through me. He said, ' There are no mistakes. You are here for a purpose.' I was lost and disillusioned. I still expected to wake up and find that i was merely dreaming. I would give anything to be in my warm comforting bed right now. Instead, i was in a damp dungeon talking to a ghostly form. I asked him, ' Are you dead?' He seemed puzzled by my question. He replied, ' This is not the end, if to you death is an end. It is merely a gateway to a more static existence. I still exist.' My spirits sank when i heard this. If he was not a figment of my imagination, maybe i was dead too. I would never see Lulu and Bito again. Tears trickled down my cheeks as i let the pain i had been shutting out come flooding it. It was truely over, the existence i had abused and abhorred. I wished for another chance, maybe it would end separately.