#rr
somedays cannot be spoiled, a dumb grin face stuck,
as if you super glued your crescent lips upward bound,
a general anesthesia of a solid good piece of news inbound,
levitating the spirit, and your morning water been spiked,
with shots of serotonin
some of us here have haunted the pathways of poetry and
writing here, for many years, decades, and lifecycles catch up,
and in 2025, lost two great story tellers to a disease that has no
real true cure, and too oft, just battled with stalling, rear guard
retreats, that ***** life from the body one cell at a time, and the taste of living is just a perma-constant Sour Patch Kids candy
and this quietly fouled my mental nest, tinged winter skies, an
even sadder shade of gray, souring my winter affect, and made
writing joyous poems, harder than black ebony or red mahogany,
not impassible, just harder to extract from the fog of time that
makes one forget what one needs, wants, to remember
every writer, every write, brings value into the world,
each a newborn child
wrenched from our consciousness, ejected, imperfect,
needing affections, slow consideration, all differentiated,
all human all different all alive
today, got great news! another poet, has beaten back the scourge,
and thus I’m stuck here smiling and crying, making this one come
slow fast, harder and softer, but for awhile, I will be annoyingly
happy, even satisfied, with my meager portion of joy and relief,
will delay googling how to unstick lips that have been glued
together, leaving me looking like an emoji in this real life
Jan. 17, 2026
Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:26 AM UTC
Escape from this busy life if for just one day.
Have some fun, do something good.
Go out and play.
Hit the pool 'till you've had enough.
Get some sun in a game of golf.
Just get out and take a breath of life,
it'll be okay.
Jul 23, 2021
Jul 23, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
Ejte no ej patol
polque 'ta fumando
un cigajillo
en su cajo.
¿Patol?
Pol favol . . .
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
A boy, a smile, a thought.
Your sweet words electrocute my walls that hide how weird I am. Leaving me babbling and embarrassing myself.
A text, a joke, a laugh
Your humour and smart-assy retorts I’ll ask what your doing right now and you will explain in detail how you are sitting and whether or not it’s comfy.
Eye contact, funny face, shaking head
Oh sweet boy you don’t yet understand the game. I stick my tongue out at you and you are supposed to copy. But instead you smile and laugh and look away.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Rosey Rosey where are you?
Have they taken you away too?
Or did I just scare you away
Was it to much for just for you to stay?
I thought we were good, we were cute.
At least that is what others said
It was a dream that I would pursue
It was a love I'd would have bled
This is just for you, would you even care?
You threw it away, like I had spares.
Rosey Rosey what did I do?
I do what I thought was true
Was I wrong? Did I make you mad?
Did you know, you were the best I ever had.
Was I a bother? Just another problem?
What of that first date, that we had in autumn?
Do you remember? Did it mean nothing?
when you said you loved me, I guess you were bluffing.
Rosey Rosey are you there?
Or is this just a waste of air.
I held you close, I combed your hair.
Those endless nights that we just stared.
All those memories laid to waste.
Had me on a wild goose chase
Now I know, you were bad for me.
Thanks to you for setting me free.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC