I lost my best friend today.
She didn't die, well not physically.
She went away mentally and emotionally.
It's a forever vacation, she didn't even pack.
I can see it in her dead eyes,
here it in her rabid voice.
It makes my soul sick, but she's
not taking me down with her.
I stand on the placid shore and
wave good-bye, as she sails
for insanity

I peep through smoothly,
To evade the stench,
And lose track of the man next,
Who keeps wording in his snores,
Pin-drop silence, you get it?
I'm struggling for light,
Fresh air and breeze,
My mind goes dark one more time,
I reach for a glass of water,
Well, its champagne,
I wonder,
What it has to do with my mental state?
Illusions,
I see the men in blue pointing knives,
And I keep still.

I miss the streets,
Tough but kind,
We fight and eat together,
I'm tormented,
It gives me suicidal thoughts,
I wave across the corridor,
If someone will hold my hand,
'Hey, keep your place, you nincompoop'
Then I realize,
I stole for insanity,
And I'll get killed for that,
In the conspire of the sane.

GUN FUN

Gun Fun has swept America.
Gun Fun means you can ****,
and if you’re lucky enough to
own an AR-15, you can **** a lot,
about one human being a
second. Think about it. You
own a machine gun, and
the U.S. government doesn’t
give a ****. Ah, Columbine!
Who could forget that massacre
in 1999? Thirteen students killed,
over 20 wounded. But that just got
the ball rolling. And who could
forget the Sandy Hook Elemen-
tary School massacres in 2012?
Twenty little kids between six-and-
seven-years old murdered execution-
style, plus six adults just for good
measure. Remember how our
Congressmen and Senators
reacted? Of course you don’t,
because they didn’t. Gun Fun
was the new July 4th! The NRA
was celebrating! The 2nd Amendment
was sacrosanct, even though the
AR-15 was not a musket. The list
of these home-grown atrocities is
virtually endless. Gun Fun! Gun Fun!
Gun Fun! And after we get through
cheering, let’s all sing “God Bless America.”

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks

First pleas
Unsaid
Red eyes
Dry riverbeds
Here lies
Happiness
Buried six feet deep in regrets

Seconds pass
Out of time
Speak now
I’ve tried
Spelled out
Words repeat
Words first said as you fade to sleep

Dreamer
I call to you
Thrice more
Beyond veiled view
Same hour
Twelfth night
When fate took you from my life

Questions
Madness drives
To forefronts
Darkness arrives
Forever more
Your deathly dance
Unchained from mortal coil and my hands

Dark night
Fifth on same day
Answer me
In my dismay
Where she
Still alive
Would she stand to be my wife?

Sycophant
To demons now
Here I plead
Hear my vow
Disaster struck
Her voice I know
This pain in me only grows

Heaven now
At my back
Seventh cry
Into the black
Driving words
In my mind
Wond’ring how she left me behind

8:00
On the hour
When hands turned cold
When life turned sour
Thoughts careen
Into the fade
Twelfth night bereft of the day

Knees, you bleed
Heart is torn
My love, a corpse
With child, unborn
Words I read
Pure sacrilege
In hopes to breed words from the dead

Both hands dig in
Fingers trembling still
Hear my plea
Unsacred will
If she would speak
These words to me
Maybe I could finally sleep

All attempts failed
No price to much
Gouge out these eyes
Hands go untouched
One this wicked month
Short of a dozen years
I drive myself to bring you here

Oh Twelfth Night
What terror you bring
As words arise
From Hell’s opening
The inferno rains
Words burned in my head
“With this wedding ring, I thee wed”

Slipping somewhere cold,
My grip is forever lost.
How long is the fall?

prolonged insanity kept at its barest minimum
will cause unascertained depth among the sanest