#caps
then come the too-long khaki shorts,
(or worse, the basketball short shorts
that the NBA OUTLAWED)
with white or black socks, silk knitted,
or cheap cotton machine created,
plus a dress shirt to ruin it even further,
or a slogan t-shirt, after a 1000 washings,
you, alone, love it more cause it cruel cool
you know it is you!
you know it ain't me babe,
Persian cucumber lean.
low calorie living human machina.
being be~ing be conscious ever,
my 3 years of painful dieting,
my healthy living appearance,
no GLP for me, side effects mega scary
I defect from the tyranny
of the boomer's distressingly
inability to exit the 20th century
what's that you say?
khakis making a comeback?^
ah Gen Z,, re-guess-everyone,
must try at least twice, yet advice,
leave the baggy pantaloons
on the dark side of the moon,
unseen, with the old man on the moon
did, that's why he's perpetual 😀
that looks always sheds
the hair refurbished disillusions,
the combovers with product by
the gallon, dis I mention aviator
glasses and red convertibles?
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 9:55 PM UTC
Later then than now,
yesterday as we imagined,
so many things they think again,
and again
and again,
we passed this way my friends,
we made right now
into a happy place,
-just now, to remind you
we leave you photos of us
all at once,
taken from our robot eyes,
national pride financed projects.
Visible through this window,
go look, see the whole world,
in the cloud of all we ever knew
there is even one with the moon's
night side showing. We are small,
but I am in the red MAGA hat, waving.
I don't see you but you were there,
or possibly, would be if we took this shot
today, hook and loop, look at us, that's Earth.
That's where every prophecy was told from.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
Yay! Some cold at last, and even a dusting of snow.
We moved back into the dorm—braving knife-like breezes—yesterday.
It was bracing and heroic - do I want it to warm up?
That’s a hard no.
let’s wax poetic..
Think not of winter as bleak
wrap your steely bones warmly, wear a cap
—for gelid wintertide can bind us together.
Midwinter is the time o' the year to be warm hearted,
to find a companion, a creature fair, a lass (or a manly man)
and suggest a more temperate snuggle— it can do no harm to try.
Think not of winter as bleak
make sweet use of flattery, and face cold’s embrace
likewise, cheek to cheek, with a warming and open heart.
.
.
Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC
WHY CAN'T YOU LOOK AT ME THE WAY I LOOK AT YOU WHY CAN'T I SAY MY LOVE WHEN THE PEOPLE AROUND ME TOLD ME TO WHY CAN'T WE BE CLOSER THAN EVER BEFORE WHY CAN'T I ADORE YOU ALONE WITHOUT FEELING SORE WHY CAN'T I SLEEP PROPERLY AT NIGHT WHY DO YOU KEEP ON CROSSING MY MIND WHY ARE YOU GIVING ME THOSE PECULIAR LOOKS WHY AM I GOING THROUGH ALL THESE LOOPS WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT MY PRESENTS WHY AM I HOPING WHEN I KNOW WE CAN'T WHY DO OUR EYES ALWAYS MEET WHY DID MY HEART LOSE ITS BEAT WHY CAN'T I CONFESS MY LOVE FOR YOU WHY CAN'T I DO IT WHEN I KNOW ITS TRUE WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS TAKING ME FOR GRANTED WHY AM I FEELING BROKEN WHEN WE HAVEN'T EVEN PARTED WHY AM I ALWAYS ADMIRING YOU FROM AFAR WHY CAN'T I JUST ASK THE GENIE IN THE JAR WHY ARE WE MADE PARALLEL TO EACH OTHER WHY ARE WE SO CLOSE YET SO FAR FROM FOREVER WHY CAN'T I FEEL THE WARMTH OF YOUR HANDS WHY DO I WANT TO BE YOUR LAST DANCE WHY AM I OBSERVING THE CURVE OF YOUR LIPS WHY ARE YOU TOUCHING MY FINGERTIPS WHY DO YOU KEEP SITTING NEXT TO ME WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME THINK THAT WE WERE MEANT TO BE WHY DO I KEEP ON BELIEVING ON THE "ALMOST"S WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE AN ALIVE GHOST WHY ARE YOU SAYING GOODBYE WHY AM I SAYING GOODBYE WHY AM I LETTING GO WHY DID I LOVE YOU SO WHY AM I FEELING WEAK AND IM IN ALL FOURS WHY ARE YOU HOLDING ME DEAR WHEN I'M NOT EVEN YOURS WHY DID I EVEN THINK OF THE IDEA OF "US" WHY DID THE IRON PROMISE IMMEDIATELY RUST WHY DID I LIKE YOU WHEN I KNEW YOU CAN'T DO IT BACK WHY CAN'T YOU RETURN MY HEART WHAT DID I LACK WHY DO I DENY MY LOVE FOR YOU WHEN I KNOW NOW THAT YOU COULDN'T LOVE ME, TOO
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
Each night, indigo blue smoke bloomed from the candle sitting on the patio table while the tall brown-eyed girl spat chewing tobacco into a Styrofoam cup leaning forward with her elbows on the porch railing, watching the black birds pick apart a chicken bone as they teeter tottered across a sable telephone cable. Her name was Candace and she wore a backwards baseball cap, that belonged to her brother Joshua. He had died from a brain aneurysm last year.
She always would tread her fingers around the wide brim of the blue cap, close her eyes and remember how her brother use to take her
to softball practice back when she was in elementary school, driving
her around in his lime green Mitsubishi GT 3000, with the windows down, and Pink Floyd percolating from the soothing speakers built
into the dashboard. After Joshua had died, Candace dropped out of Mary Washington. She found a job at Movie Theater down the street from the baseball diamond, working at behind the register, arms propped on the countertop, wishing that she had tried out for the club softball team at college. When her shift would end
she’d go back home and sleep in until midafternoon. Then she’d wake up and march over to the library to read the picture books while snuggling on the lumpy couch with the plump giraffes and short elephants, the toy animals with the holes on the bottom of
their rear ends where the stuffing would roll out whenever she’d squeeze their heads.
One rainy day she strolled to the lake and stole a rowboat from the wooden dock. Dipping the plastic oar into the calm current, she paddled through the blue water, yawning, stuck in her daydreams about winning that soft ball championship back when she was ten years old, and after the game her brother had bought her a fudge brownie sundae
and a strawberry milkshake, with a ****** cherry sunk in the whipped cream. The night grew darker, as her memories turned more emotional. So she came back to shore, tied the rowboat back to the dock with looping a knot around the nook with a thick rope cord. Then she went back to her apartment house and
crashed on the couch, the blue baseball cap falling onto the floor.
When she woke up from her nap she put her cap back on her head, and
went out on the porch, lit a cigarette, then gazed out at the shining moon
suspended in the clouded sky. She reached out with her arm, her fingers stretched.
The depths of Joshua’s soul lay beyond her touch, and she knew it.
She grounded out the cigarette, went upstairs to her bedroom, shut the door. And then she cried, cried until the hot tears turned icy with the pain, that was wracking her heart with an emotion that staggered like Joshua had when he was in the kitchen that one day, swaying back and forth. Dropping
to the tiled floor, blood running out his nose like a baseball player
stealing home. Then the memory dissipated from her mind, as if it never
come to fruition in the first place. She took off her blue baseball cap.
She held it in her hands. She clutched the wide brim and treaded her fingers around the stitching, wondering why Joshua had to leave her life.
And why she couldn’t let go of this baseball cap.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
YOU MADE COTTON FEEL LIKE SILK
YOU TURNED BLOOD INTO WINE
YOU SHOWED ME THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIGHT
YOU GREW FLOWERS IN MY EMPTY HEART
YOU KISSED MY COFFIN BEFORE PUSHING IT INTO THE RIVER
Y
O
U
YOU
YOU
YOU
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
THE REASON WHY MOST OF MY ART IS ABOUT you IS BECAUSE THE ONLY INSPIRATION I DRAW COMES FROM your BOUNCY CURLS AND HAIR AS MESSY AS your THOUGHT PROCESS. you MAKE ME WARM WHERE IN MOST CASES IM PURPLE WITH COLD AND NUMB TO THE BONE. I MAKE ART ABOUT you BECAUSE I KNOW ONE DAY you WILL LEAVE ME. ALL I WILL HAVE IS THE ART THEN, IN ART youARE PERMANENT IN ART I CAN COME CLOSE TO FEELING THE MOMENTS WHERE you LOVED ME AGAIN. BUT MY POEMS ARE SAD BECAUSE I FEAR you NEVER loved ME AND POETRY IS MY ONLY FORM OF STABILITY.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND IT BRINGS TEARS TO MY EYES BECAUSE YOU CAME AT SUCH A GOOD TIME AND I AM SO THANKFUL YOU ARE IN MY LIFE NOW BECAUSE I WOULD STILL BE IN MY DROWNING STATE OF SADNESS IF YOU HADN'T TALKED TO ME AND NOW I DON'T STOP SMILING AND I FEEL BUTTERFLIES IN MY TUMMY WHENEVER SOMEONE SAYS YOUR NAME AND I THINK THAT YOU MAY BE THE ONE TO COMPLETELY SAVE ME
-te
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 6:21 PM UTC
YOUR TOUCH WAS AS ELECTRIFYING AS THE SUN AND THAT IS WHAT MADE ME SO CONNECTED TO YOU YOUR WARMTH MADE ME WANT TO STAY IT MADE ME WANT TO BE WITH YOU UNTIL THE END OF TIME TO KEEP ME OUT OF THE COLD AND PROTECTED FROM THE RAIN I WAS ATTRACTED BY YOUR SHOCKING WARMTH BUT ONE DAY YOU JUST LEFT LEAVING ME SITTING ALONE WITH THE COLD WHICH IS WHERE I AM STILL SITTING RIGHT NOW
-te
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
I MISS YOU SO **** MUCH AND IT IS KILLING ME INSIDE TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE OUT THERE LOOKING FOR A NEW GIRL TO BE WITH NOT EVEN THINKING ONCE ABOUT ME AND OUR PAST I MISS YOU SO **** MUCH AND YOU WOULDN'T EVEN KNOW BECAUSE WE DONT TALK AT ALL AND I HATE THAT!
-te
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 5:16 AM UTC
Strip me from my name so I can bleed upon it in vain. I'll wear my heart on my sleeve until it freezes in the polar caps of my brain. May I lay in a pool of blood to represent all that I've sacrificed for. But in all of the end, was it worth it?
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Shrooms
Stems & caps divided in 8ths. Handful taken, pupils dilate; things get smaller others larger, pictures dance; your in a dream with open eyes
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC