Have your ever stood on the edge
And wondered?
What does the Black feel like?
Is it that soft brush against your skin?
Which raises the hackles?
Or would it cling like tar
Hot and sticky
Seeping into your pores and
Down to your very soul
Solidly encasing it in stone.
What does it taste like?
Does it brush against your lips
A whisper, a kiss?
Or does it flow down your throat
Choking, clogging, no air.
And what smell would it have?
Would it be a gentle reminder
Of a distant memory, buried deep
Or would it slam into your senses
Like a wind carrying the scent
Of Long Forgotten memories
That wound the heart.
If I took that step, from the edge
Would the Black softly receive me
Or burn forever, relentlessly?
Would it gently beckon me or
Would it reach out its long bony fingers and
Seize me
With no choice?
Have you ever wondered?

If I had a Dollar
for all the times I trusted you
when you said
There will be No Regrets
Oh wait…
I did
and I was finally able
to buy a packet of cigarettes

If I had a Dollar
for all the times I remembered
when you said
Baby, you’re the only one
Oh wait…
I did
and I was finally able
to buy a packet of chewing gum

If I had a Dollar
for all the times I listened
when you said
My Darling, you do that well
Oh wait…
I did
and I finally bought a ticket
out of this Hell

If I had a Dollar
for all the times
I regretted
all the things
I heard
and reviled everything
that you said
I’d be Rich
beyond my wildest dreams
And my dreams
are so poor
I would even pay you
A Dollar
to take them
from my head

It doesn't Help... but it doesn't Hurt either...

I once got kicked out of the library
for moving all the Bibles
to the Fiction section
Not mentioning the time
I was escorted
from the casino
because I completely
misinterpreted the meaning
of the Craps table
whats up with that?
Then there was the time
I dumped a whole packet of cornflakes
in front of my blonde friend
and she still couldn’t make the picture
look like the one on the box....!
And I really shouldn't mention....
I once knocked upon the hatch
of an Irish submarine
I know, I know, a nasty trick!
And then there was the time
I put three shovels in the corner
And told my less than
smartest friend
to take her pick!
***!
I laughed so hard
as she started to go mad
and pull her own hair out!
And on the day
she sent me a text message
asking me what the hell
did *I D K mean?
When I replied with
I Don’t Know
I swear I heard her shriek
from a million miles away
even as my phone beeped
and the message read
*** NOBODY KNOWS!!!
I swear!
It’s the most delirious that I have been!
The hilarity that ensues
when you realize that
Ernie truly is nothing** without Bert
I know it doesn’t help
But I love how it doesn’t hurt!

Haunting memories

10 dozen different creatures
that stalk the night
119 of them
just looking for a fight

One of them sits
perched like a peacock
upon my laborious chest
and in jest
asks me
through colours of
blue, red, gold and green
tell us of things
that should be unseen

Ahhh, no
I think I'd rather stick
to the Back and White
and undream
all the things
that would haunt me
at night