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bury her
the imposter
posing as you
bury the actors
posing as your friends
bury the rules
that left you for dead
unscrew the hooks
put them in the ground too
and what the hell
bury the hatchet

you choose them
own that
now disown them
disown them all
they were never yours
anyway
they served you once
now you're done
go ahead
bury the dead

pile in the dirt
shovel by blessed shovel
pack it tight
dance on their grave
howl, spit, laugh, cry
go on
bury them

from now on
celebrate what remains
that's your ticket
take flowers
take a limo
whatever
but take yourself back
just do it
go on
bury her
From my collection The Situation at Amazon books/Tara Liz Driscoll
some of us are bog people
we live with the snails and the maggots
making bacteria
we're suckers for substance
the dirt speaks to us
some of us are bog people
we hang with the microorganisms
making pilgrimages
we're slimey silt and silage
full-tilt and raw
the dirt wants us

dig it or dig it not
we can't help it
some of us are just bog people
spending time in a natural environment, hills, fields, mountains, sea, sky, woods, dogs, rats, , sheep, cows, horses; watching the insects and flies doing their day inspired the above............the comparisons to us humans are many.
the ****** grieves ******
for the feeling of total abandonment
before discovering how not
to abandon herself
the alcoholic  grieves Burbon
for the bitter sweet
for how it made him feel
before the hangover
the gout,  sclerosis
the love ****** grieves the innocence
the dream, fairy tales, the endorphins
before enough was never enough
the *** addict grieves for another
and another
before the clap, syphilis, despair
before too little became too much
the gambler grieves the green
the shiny stuff at the slot machine
before the house was gone
woman gone, reason gone
smug gone
the crone grieves for youthful ignorance
awe, suspense, naivety, anticipation
before the burn, betrayal, fact
wisdom
the dying grieve for life
energy, breath, the past
before the unknown, surrender
the letting go
the letting go
that's how it goes
the arrogance of over indulgence and addiction ...what we do to get away from ourselves only to find that there is no getting away with it.
I have no need to label you
tie a leash 'round your neck
nor go buy superglue
to join us at the hip
I have no need
to nail you to a cross

I have no desire to be held
accountable for your despair
nor be found guilty
for your conflicts
no nada desire
to be nailed to a cross

I have no intention
of being held hostage
none whatsoever urge
to catch you red-handed
tying my name tag
around your fingers, wrists
miscellaneous appendages

There's no bone
left in my body
that wants anything to do
with that nonsense
that ****'s hazardous
to your health

It's enough for me
to watch your sun
rise over my ocean
enough to
read your love notes
to the light of our flame
enough to watch our smoke
dance and curl skyward
From my collection Bits And Pieces/Slamming on the Hollywood Freeway @ amazon books
One keeps the home fires burning
The other
Sets the spark for a blazing inferno
One is practical
The other?
What to do?
He wants his cake
And wants to eat it too
All three
Have cake
Lying around here
Some probably
going stale
Some
Probably
Mighty sweet
The confusion of right and wrong, love and war, love and lust  and the romantic swirl of passions taunting drug
gaga and gall are walking down the street
gaga sees some bling, gall goes in and steals
they end up in the slammer and gansta's
there to greet
gall punches gangsta and naturally gore appeals
gaga wakes from the dream, guts tries to console
he offers her an option and they both get outa' da hole

now gall, gangsta and gore while in solitary
meet with goner and good ol' grouch
glory hallelujah comes up with the key
all escaping sideways from sleeping gangeree
they keep running into gutter, introduced to giddy
all on this gollywoggle jolly hallow night
all whipped up and painted by yours truly
gimmicky.
(halloween 2016)
in a silly moment I wrote this as i listenedd to the firecrackers and answered the door to kids in costume and mask ...the night of the living dead ...thoughts about the meaning of Halloween......... the birth and death of persona thru costume, ritual, the make believe world we exist in.
There's instant soup
Instant milk
Blogs full'a goop
Bugs in your blink

Instant coffee
Instagram
Love like toffee
Stuck in your spam

Instant high
Instant fluff
Wherever you look
There's bang for your buck

God forbid
Delete it all
Switch it off
Feel the mad withdrawal

And go back to the land
Grow your own
Get a cow or a goat
Forget your phone

Finish the weeding
Chat with a rose
Stand in a summer shower
Smell the smells in your nose

Listen to the night
Owls, foxes, wrens
Watch the slow boiling
Smoke dancing in little rings
Natural world order versus techno world disorder
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