"cleanin" poems
heavy head, ****** and tired sleep echoes through my corridor head. love, a treasure, buried deep within my x-marked chest; i stuck blades of grass in a picture frame, because everything else went away: like the cleaning lady outside my door, vacuum like a pet dog, pawing at carpet, grooming it with its soft, snuffly nose. mess cleaned and she went away. vacuum like a pet dog, hip-hugging, man's best friend.
lines in the bathroom, lines out the back. waiting and shaking with a crazy laugh filled with warmth like a smile radiating from my muscles. powder leaves the plastic surface, like the cleanin lady outside my door, and her sniffling, snuffling vacuum-dog. ****** into a ten dollar bill, with a whimper and a sigh, the pup hops away with its owner, the cleaning lady off to brush along some other fool's corridors.
on the cold steel, the train slows down, a mile out from the station. up hill, down hill, steam choking carriage, searching for thrill in the click clack, crazy rails of a cool powder train. in the bathroom crushing pills to get you up hill, down hill, with a steam choked carriage and that cleaning lady outside my door, she brought that dog, and he was barking real loud, makin' a fool out of me, in the bathroom of that click clack, crazy powder train. hands scritch' scratchin' on the white sheets, until in a moment, it all crumbles to dust, ridin' on the wind's back, leaving like they all do, like the cleaning lady outside my door, and that pet vacuum-dog of hers.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
J R died
I guess many cried
J R Ewing, Larry Hagman,
son of Broadway’s Peter Pan
offspring of a famous clan
I guess a decent man
another J R died, Jenny Rae
I guess many cried
but not likely fans from afar
perhaps
her nephew in the corner bar
when he recalled
through his wine soaked haze
younger days, when his Jenny Rae
would meet him payday
and give him a five she earned
keepin’ those old folks alive
well, cleanin’ up their slop
may not have been keeping anybody alive
but she did it just the same
even long after the cancer came
and pain buckled her over on the bus,
she kept goin’
smiling at their ancient vacant stares
when she could
when she was gone
when she passed,
curled up like a baby in that noisy ER
there were no headlines about that J R
only another wretched woman
paid to clean up slop
who hunkered faithfully over her mop
to wipe up the remnants of Jenny Rae
to earn her pittance of pay
perhaps for another nephew
or other lost son of an angry day
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC
I laugh
when I hear
conservatives talk about,
the sanctity of marriage,
and No Adam and Steve,
when I couldnt count
the number
of extramarital indiscretions
committed by them,
if I was a centipede,
with five toes on each leg.
I laugh
when I hear
progressives talk about
Conservative fear mongerin tactics.
Have you seen any of these
anti cigarette comercials lately?
Who thought it would be a good Idea
to put a ****** arterial cleanin surgery video
on Comedy Central? :)
I laugh
when I hear
conservatives say
they are going to do
everythin possible to keep
Obama from servin a second term...
and yet they nominate
Mitt Romney as their man to do it.
Who's gonna vote for a robot? :p
I laugh
when I hear progressives
call conservatives nazi's,
and then tell me
I shouldn't be
doin this,
or that,
or I should belive in somethin I can't see...
like change. :D
Vote Ron Paul!
because those other
douchbags
don't know
what they're talkin about.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 5:23 AM UTC
Sheriff has his feet up
Outlaw rides a path
Deputy is cleanin up
***** draws a map
Of a tumble ****
Tumbelin down the street
Where the fields a burnin
And the wells are dry
And the blacks burnin
The curious eyes
Of a crow perched on a fence
wheat hangin from its beak
Where bones are speakin
From a barn ablaze
Old man speakin
From the flames
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Im drunk
And ******
And speedin
And cleanin
And im seein
All of your feelings,
Out of the corner
Of my eye.
Where's the dope?
Cause I cant cope
With all our inside jokes
Displayed for the world to see,
Your heart is to much for me.
So get to your point
Before I light up this joint
Cause once the buzzins in my brain
I cant deal with the pain,
That you're trying to project on me,
Why cant you let yourself be happy?
Creatin these problems in your head
Then you're carrying them to bed.
Our sheets are drenched in your nightmares,
Your demons attack me in the night,
And with your burdens on my back,
Im too weak to fight.
So im reachin for the bottle just to give my brain a break,
Packin up a bowl,
Cause its more than I can take.
So I pop just one more pill,
Smooth the edges and just chill,
But I cant, not just yet
Cause this house is such a wreck.
So now im drunk
And ******
And speedin
And cleanin
And im seein
You dissapear
Right before
My eyes.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Before paper bills and money
We'd share all those beans,
Wild flowers too and honey
Not anymore but in lucid dreams
I'd strike a chord
One maybe two
But if you climb aboard
Many more, I'll show you too
With no baggage wish I were walkin'
Roads traveled and those not, havin' some fun
Sigh those bills!! no I ain't complainin'
Here on the eleventh floor, I'm just cleanin' my gun
Downed my whiskey, while the peeler swayed
I kissed goodbye to a beautiful flight
Lay rocking by the moonshade
"Make that a double" I said, "its a cold one tonight"
Before paper bills and money
Cosmic harmony was the terrestrial theme
By the Clyde over tomorrow's journey
I'll Breathe My Swinish Dream!!
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
No my dear… I don’t want to go
not fishin or shoppin or sight seein… NO
I want to stay home ****
Looking crazy… in a doo rag… and plaids and strips…
And look at the caller id… and still not answer the phone…
and talk to myself… and/or
Scratch in inappropriate places…
I want to eat leftover spaghetti... for breakfast…
I want to pretend like I’m cleanin my room…
and 4 hours later realize it’s still messy… and not mind at all…
I want to walk into that other room… and turn around and walk back out…
I want to lay down… and get up… and lay back down again…
Then listen to some music… really loudly…and sing… really badly… and
Talk to my plants… so that they don’t feel neglected
cuz I spent all morning talkin to myself… and
stand in the front doorway… and look out of the glass screen…
and open it up… just to feel the temperature outside…. And
then shut it back…
and lock it
It’s just one’a them days… So No…
I don’t want to go…
And go… and go...
You feel me...?
Today...
I just want to stay home…
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC