Have to forage for words that I can weave
into cogent verses that sound sublime.
Try to hatch a suitable scheme to rhyme,
strain my murky ideas through a sieve,
count syllables – my secret pauper’s peeve.
Must stop watching this TV show and climb
out of bed. Holy smokes! Look at the time!
I need to start writing now, I believe.

Travelers knew the destination,
Porters knew the way,
Explorers knew the pain,
And here we are, jolly l-a-y-m-e-n
We know the story!

They’re like little shreds of confetti falling before the congrats and then it never comes
It’s like me kissing on you steadily down to your pant line and coming back up
It’s like you sending me pictures of your own personal art but I can never touch
Teasers are measly just like this poem you enjoyed it but didn’t get much.

I wear too many long sleeves,
and my eyes are just red from allergies.
I’m always somewhat full even though
the weight keeps dropping and my
stomach protests. I was going to stay in
anyways and that beer was just for the chili.
The weird smell in the air is just from the neighbors.
It’s just water in my bottle and that rattle
was just from some bath salts. I use those lighters
just for work, yes, I was just on the phone with my boss.
The music is loud just for the ambiance.
My face is just puffy in the mornings
and I was up late last night just playing some games.
Those fans are just because it’s hot up here
and that bag has just pens in it.

I'm hungry but I don't want to eat
I'm weak
  or fat
  or both
Judgment
   from me and others
But I don't know what they're thinking
I assume
I assume they think
   I'm gross
   and fat
   and lazy
I could just be healthy
I could exercise more
Or eat fewer carbs and more protein
But I guess
   I am lazy
because I'd rather just stop eating
I know it's bad
I know it's dangerous
But my brain and my insecurity don't communicate
I'm insecure
       lazy
       gross
       unhealthy
       FAT

Lazy moments,
how deceptive are they?

Hard to live through,
yet pleasant when I recall

All look better,
when

I put it under
layers of time

So
I hate
HATE
washing dishes. But I don't
discriminate (pots and
pans and spoons and measuring
cups are also on my *****
list)

So
when I bake
in a microwave,
in one bowl,
with one mixing fork,
and no measuring tools,
it's sort of kind
of a bit of
a miracle
when the baked thing rises
AND it
tastes
ok

Listless little flecks
Lazily wander down to
Rest on the ground -
They blanket an earth
That sleeps for now.
Dreams of fireflies and
Bright, blue open skies
Pass the time until roots
Take soil and come alive.

Some words
The four lettered kind you know
Seem to be so overused
That their primary meaning
Has lost its use
It doesn’t make sense
To hear a youth
Or on a show
Or at the desk next to you
Over salting it between
Regular words ruined
I know you think your cool
To the rest of the school
But really it’s just sad
That you talk so bad
I can’t understand this language
You claim is human
It’s made up of a few tacky letters
So don’t talk to me anymore Mr. F
Nothing’s getting thru
You are now a word whisker
It even hurts my ...blank