#slob
one mind lost
two assessments due
three activities
four chores, a bore
five things to write
six calls a-missed
seven brain cells left
eight (myself I hate)
nine botched deadlines
ten angry men
and eleven disappointed people (including me)
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
My heart is a messy place
I don't clean up often
My emotions lay about like worn jeans and pile up at every corner
Murky tears that were long bemoaned
Lay inside my pillowcases long after they have dried
And make heavy a light thing where my thoughts reside
Shadowy folks have unmade beds
Though long beparted
And declared dead
Many things that was once fresh
Have now grown brown reached their Autumn
They still roam the halls and vents
Like after tastes of mint long after the in scents have burnt
Every possible surface is stained with faces
Shelves are stacked and layered and stuffed
And though I rummage for space
There is never enough
Not for an ant
Or a hand
Or a new thing
Just room enough for me
And this big old mess of memories
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC
Zzzzzzz
Huh? Why? When? Where?
you know better Billy
wakin me up afore three
what is yer needin boy?
hope it ain't nothing from me
where the hell is yor Mama?
is she still at her second job?
let me know when she's home
dinner is corn off the cob
that's iffin I get offa my keister
and there aint no beer in the fridge
*** too tellin your older sister
to pick up some brews and some cigs
well get er done there now boy
don't bother me till she gets back
cuz no matter what when or why
my beauty sleep now's offa the track
*** them dogs too quit barkin
or I swear I'll be tanning your hide
get the clothes in the laundry
and the ones on the line, *** inside
cuz I'm just a slobberin swine
wife is workin two jobs for awhile
no greater dumb *** you'll find
doin a dbl helpin of nothing
un-goin the un-extra mile
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC