I look at him
HE’S ANNOYED
So then I touch him
HE’S ANNOYED

I talk to him
HE’S ANNOYED
So then I ask him questions
HE’S ANNOYED

I laugh
HE’S ANNOYED
So then I cackle
HE’S ANNOYED

I make a noise, P-O-P!
HE’S ANNOYED
So then I scream
Then he screams too

I read him this poem
THEN HE’S REALLY ANNOYED

Everyday there are moles
Lifeless rodents
Strewn about like some cat massacre

Sheba! Sheba is who brings theses gifts
Hunting at night
Leaving presents to be admired

What does she think about while in this pursuit of mole families?
Does she think?

Once, I saw a mouse being killed…

Today there were two
Yesterday one
Last week there were five on the patio

I wonder if there are warnings out in the mole community?
“Serial mole killings” they might say
Do they fear the dark now?

Dead moles, dead mice
Just death

Flowers carelessly tossed to the ground
Broken heart, anger, say you’re sorry
Discarded and left to die
There they lay in perfect form,
Free from trampling
Silently suffering the woes of another
Ripped from life, ripped from love
Returning to the ground from which they came

Lost, contemplating

Searching for answers he can not see

Answers that are buried deep

Who will take a peek?

Afraid to fly, afraid to fall

Possibilities for all

Listen close you will hear the whisper

Will he kiss her?

Stacey is drunk, not quite, but very mellow

The night is lame
We missed the show

How could we know?

Steph is forever in the bathroom
Is she sleeping?
Does the toilet offer her comfort?

Quiet in a room full of noise
Just a spectator

Cold and broken
In silence you can hear the cry
Hearts that bruised
Broke
Crumpled
HARDENED

The slutty little do - gooder, the narcissistic manipulator that’s who we are
Feeling the way EXTREME
Maybe

What happened to art? What happened to love?
What happened to ***?
What happened to the art in love?
Repeat repeat repeat…

How far will you let me go?
This is a test! Instructions WILL NOT follow!
I hope you make it

Just breathe
Just breathe
Just breathe

Sway and bend
Waiting for you to turn me on
Janis you had it right
“I’d be so good to you baby”
What do you want from me?

I can feel you from here
Say yes, yes, yes, YES
Open to a new page, I’ll take the chance
It’s worth the consequence

It’s all gonna be all right
We’ll get some glue
Unfold a little slowly
Take the bandages off
Silence becomes music

I close my eyes
And I see his
I take a deep breath
And I breathe his air
I stretch my tongue passed my lips
And I can taste his

Primitive dance of the hunters
Drums start beating
He leaps, I lunge.
Drumbeat quickens
I snarl, he growls.
Pounding rapid strikes of the drums
Lust explodes
The flesh and the fur torn from our bodies
We wrestle on the ground in hunger

Can’t fight the rising fire within
Sweat and blood dripping
Writhing and howling
The beast will not be put down

Sometimes it makes me feel like Dr. Seuss
What’s that word…oh ya moose
It’s a good way to teach the little one
And it is a whole lot of …uh….fun

I think that it makes it easier to read
It adds rhythm and speed
I sing it like a song
Ya maybe that’s wrong

Who would have thought who knew?
I would rhyme poetry for YOU
I can’t think of topic so I’ll stop
Or else I’ll recite “Hop on Pop”

So I’ll leave with this treat
About flowers so sweet
Bright yellow and orange…
Huh, oh ya nothing rhymes with orange

Coffee cakes filled with maliciousness
and cinnamon
You laugh with a squished up face
And say “…and cinnamon”
In a teasing tone

A muse to me
Perhaps a muse
To thee

Partner’s in crime
Non.
Non.
Partner’s in art

At just that moment I stood there
Smelling the fresh ground coffee

At just that moment I stood there
On pause

At just that moment I stood there
Footsteps fall
Coins drop to the floor
Electronic blips resonate

At just that moment I stood there
Watching

At just that moment I stood there
Peeking at the gears of the clock

At just that moment I stood there
The edges blurred
I blinked an eye
I swirled into motion

At just that moment I stood there

Stare at the wall
Stare at the ceiling

Eyes glazed, minds dazed
Trapped in death wearing masks of sadness
Words spewing, flailing arms in less crowded space
Interruptions from the waiter cause obscure comments from the tables speaking guild

Is there a resolution to the conversation?
What is the purpose?
That’s the meaning, the manifesto…”***”

Idle chitchat to pass the time with hints and slivers of individual personalities

Plain and simple “***”

I can describe to you what the sky looked like
It was blue without a cloud to speak of
I can describe to you what the water was like
It was brown and full of fish

I can describe to you what he looks like
His hair is black, his eyes are blue
I can describe to you what the weather was like
It was brisk with almost no wind

I can’t describe how I lost that time
I can’t describe how I lose the days

Time is a figment of imagination
Time is simply put there for a measure

It’s a measure of how long you hurt
It’s a measure of how long you love

It’s a measure of how long your love has been lost

Who are you?
Who are they?
What is important is who am I?

Love, hate, happy, sad, good, and evil
You search for these things
Where are they?

You ask other people
What is love? What is hate? Am I happy? Am I sad?

How can I find these… these things?
How can I find them?
So you ponder, you unearth any clues
You explore…
Still no answers

Exhausted, you lay back on the comforting petals of the earth
You let the fragrance caress your skin
The billowing clouds lull your eyes closed
Silence is upon you

What was once a million pieces is now a complete puzzle

There are no more questions
Only answers
Inside yourself was the only place you needed to look,
However, the one place you did not

Who are you?
Who are they?
Who am I?


All that is within is all that you need