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Helen May 2014
Tick tock, Tick tock, Tock Tock ticking
Clocks cluck, catching curious cries
Several seconds slide, slowly sticking
Eclectic evil ever eager to eat out eyes

Tock tock, tick tick Tock
danger dances down, depicting doom
Hands hold hearts heavily in hock
aren't all able to articulately assume?

Clock is currently counting costs
justifying jumps and juggling jacks
tabulating time that is tossed
lightening liberal lust and loving lax

tick tick tick, tick tick tick
destination is a detonation despised
tock tock tock, tock tock tock*
sheep sleep soundly shrouded, so surprised
Helen May 2014
there is nowhere else

I've said it on Facebook
but my family aren't friends
so they can't take a look

there is nowhere else

I sent you a text
Call me tomorrow
or the next, or the next

there is nowhere else

this is where I live
in my mind
Poetic verses
spill like curses
only the nonsense
I leave behind

there is nowhere else
I want to be written
nowhere else
I want to be heard
nowhere else*
where my heart
was first smitten
nowhere else
I think
I'm deserved

there is nowhere else
I need to be right now

there is nowhere else
I could be the why
but not the how

there is nowhere else
I want to be, but can't

there is nowhere else
to leave my heart
Helen May 2014
I Stopped to Pick a Flower

I saw today, a little Mayflower
blooming from the broken ground
born from a dry earth and dry eyes
It grew there without a sound

I stopped to smell, and maybe touch,
it's dewy visage was a delight
I saw today a little Mayflower
that had grown throughout the night

I'm sure I've said it a thousand times
Life comes with no guarantees
Don't weep for me, for the lesson you see, is I am that little Mayflower
I wrote this for you today because I'm sure that Janice would want you to know that it's important to stop and smell the flowers... I'm sure this was her last stop :)

a text message to a friend who just lost a friend to the insidious fiend that is Cancer....
Helen May 2014
I like the picture of you
all silk skin and lean muscle
but not everywhere
giggles
I just stop to stare
Completely mesmerised
I like to practice kissy faces
into the mirror of your eyes
I like how the milk from
your breakfast cereal
runs down your chin
I want to chase it
with my tongue
I like how the honey
that drips from your pancakes
reminds me of *** and sin

I like how we have
the same routine
Wake up, make up
Shower together
my hand prints
shoulder high on the screen

I like to do yoga poses
to the moves you make
as you ride your girlfriend
but, make no mistake
I have a headshot of me
with a bit of blu tac on back
that I can move around the screen
whenever she's in the scene
and...
I'm liking how you ride me!
It's like Yoga nirvana!
you'll never find the cameras...

I Love you and bananas!
Stalker is such a harsh designation...
Helen May 2014
I wait for your ship to come in
but all I see are jet streams
I'm in the wrong place
so it would appear
All I see is
planes landing
When I should have
been standing
at the Pier
Helen May 2014
Be Forewarned*

as your arrow
smears blood
across
my thighs
Helen May 2014
He was under the couch
next to two dollars
which bought me lunch
at McDonalds
I sat God next to my Gold Buddha
and what do you know?
My luck ran out
the very next day
I hate to say
that while the two dollars
filled my belly
for a little while
God seemed clean me out
quicker than a day old burrito
from Taco Bell
and reminds me
to never introduce Him
to my friends
Two dollars was an awesome find
who knows what lives
beneath a couch?
A word of warning
Grab the money and run!
Leave everything else!
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