Acme - Hello Poetry

Acme Jun 2020

Death

I love everybody who has ever lived
and whoever will. Evil, indifferent,
kind, cruel, bully, ******, Ed Gein,
Jeffery Dahmer, Mother Theresa,
Gandhi. We are blank canvas born
into color and brushes. Some gentle
and some rough and some unsure.
The great destroyer rules our world.

Acme Jun 2020

What a Dream I Had

17 years old. My heart was ready.
"For Emily, Whenever I may Find Her"
was my soundtrack and I met you and
we were doomed to live the song. It was
softer than the rain in fields hidden
from sight and we made our love and
had our child in juniper and lamplight.
Your cheeks flushed with the night
on frosted fields you both died.
I kissed your honey hair with my tears.

Thanks to Paul Simon for his brilliance.
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
Simon & Garfunkel
What I dream I had
Pressed in organdy
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy
Softer than the rain
I wandered empty streets
past the shop displays down
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways
As I walked on
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night
We walked on frosted fields
of juniper and lamplight
I held your hand
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears
Oh I love you girl
Oh I love you

Acme Jun 2020

Poem

I'm stunned by beats and rhythms
created in seconds in madness.
What's happening to the creature
I've become? I can't stop the poems.
They own me as I own them. We're one.
A poem is born from my being.

Acme Jun 2020

I Miss Everything

My life is smoke from years ago I
can't remember with clarity.
The feelings are sharp as razors.
I miss everyone and everything.
******* my lap was fire in my ****.
I'm still in love with that poker card
with my first time you know what.
I miss time past. I'll miss time wasted.

Acme Jun 2020

We Were Here

I left what mark I could.
A tree in the meadow has
our hearts carved on it.
We cut us and shared blood.
That was a century way back.
Now we're dust and forgotten.
Maybe we're stars in the night
still terribly in desperate love.

Acme Jun 2020

Killing Time

Every day's the same.
Life's passed me by and I'm
just an old man killing time.
I stab it hourly. I'd **** for
a lover to give me life again.
I can't afford the hourly rate.

Acme Jun 2020

******

What in God's name have I done?
   Blood on the ceiling and a dead cat
   I'll mourn more than you, Mother.
   You never thanked me for flowers
   I gathered special for you to smell.
   Death will always out in Bates Motel.