#veneer
The veneer sat stuck
Like the pretence of polish;
Nothing of substance,
Nothing that mattered.
Perfectly throw away able —
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
plumage, veneer and levity
my new near and dear ones,
new to this fold of postage of poets
flaunting plumage and veneer,
do declare, now and in the hereafter:
I, a soul of brevity,
swear death to longevity,
all that I shall you provide,
is brevity, briefly eyeful with
a side-order of fulsome amounts
of witticisms of levi levity,
so we may enjoy our ride,
twogether,
short, sweet unto complete
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
At this point I feel like the universe is mocking me.
It might not be that I don't see god, but that I can't.
The past comes fast to bite my heels every time I
think that I'm making progress. I'm wiser now than
I was before, it's clear, I affirm as I take today's pills
so I can step out the door. Suicide was a big deal
but I never did it. Over time I realized how good
it is to choose friends. How safe it is to manipulate --
over self-destruction, what an improvement. A
sad sea of years is only bad with a lack of grasp
on the force that pushes you with an eager
wind. How safe is it to say, simply that I've changed
for the better and made improvement?
We broke the truce way back when,
you thought I was God and I couldn't prove it.
History repeats with a new veneer. A new sheen
to improve the wrapping of the package.
The package's contents remain the same.
History repeats with a new veneer. A new sheen
to improve the wrapping of the package.
The package's contents remain the same.
History repeats with a new veneer. A new sheen
to improve the wrapping of the package.
The package's contents remain the same.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
I hope to
have a soul,
As open, and as
giving, as the trees.
The trees stand for man,
to take what we want, And
never ask, For anything in return.
But, He, he was of olive family, his skin
was rough, but he didn't have to be soft. He
had a stretched grin from ear to ear, as if extra elastic was
put there, just to make you smile. He would write you the most
lovely songs he could create. And when he played them, It looked
like his soul was in the guitar besides in his hands, strumming
every note, to make it perfect, to reflect on his feelings for you. He'd take you home, and kisses you at your door, But you take him in, and lead him in to your room, And it is there that you sit on your
desk, and summon your olive beau, and then he would
show more love to you, because
that's all an Ash can do,
Love you
til you use
him up.
The girl
learned
this the
hard way,
and now
she only
has his
memory
in her
Veneer
Desk
and Ash
Guitar.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:24 PM UTC