"dotdotdot" poems
so
people say that there are things
objects
abstracts
other people
earth's natural boundaries and bounties
that urge or maybe converge the mind
into action - though most probably think the act,
they reverie in what they dream as exceptional.
so
here is an ideal,
a prototype esteemed
like that emblazoned scrap of paper
with the birth names and letters
dotdotdot etc ...
so, tell me
are you aspiring
or laying deep
in the molds ?
will it buy you a ring for your trophy ?
will it make you prolific ?
we would not know happiness,
if only for the grand stories
told to us of our entitlement
to enjoy our senses. well,
look at this container,
you were perfectly crafted
to roam
with intention, across all spaces
conquistadoring and
expanding and
'destroying to create'
whatever the **** that means
and never learning not to rear our ugly heads
to the paradise
breastfeeding
us,
or to the processing
keeping us bred
nice and tidy.
so
there is the ambiguous person again,
and is there something wrong with monotony,
does it imply a good in consistence
does it lend translation to the static
(coming up and out of your roaring mouth;
he is an angel, i grant it worth.)
so
be inspired by feeling.
that dumpster over yonder is what it
is, as your lobes transmit
and lucidly self actualize ::
i am not here to convince anyone
but myself.
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 2:20 AM UTC
Wallace, my man Wallace, fell
In love with his wife,
For real for real
Fell in love.
If someone should happen upon
To see the two of them
If by chance passed by
Them two together
How odd a couple
They may say
She's such a little thing
Something so prestine to
Wallace, homeless guy howler.
Who is more himself with her than
Without her.
Mr. dumpster-diver-king!
The two individually are
Themselves genuinely
Together lovey-dovey,
Not an act.
Wallace falls in love,
Says that's a fact
Knowing that it also means
You've found someone
to lose.
Still, Wallace knew
love.
It's the god-honest Truth.
Then I ask Wallace
Mindful of the streets,
I ask him poignantly
Do you believe
in-- ?
Dotdotdot
Hastily he barks:
"Of course I did, do--believe in God above."
Didn't let me finish:
"Do you believe in --Love?"
Didn't ask for more
Than that,
Oh my ...
(Word) (goodness) (God)
To Wallace,
A Lonely Man's church is
the memory of wife who’s love
was long and always bright,
he’s just a lonely king
dumpster diving
a shadow of a thing...
To Wallace, she was everything...
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 3:58 AM UTC
..and then the sky went black. Hordes run from the downpour thinkin' mother nature's on the attack. She's got your back, time to fend for hers. You can choose the claws or the tune of the cat purr~
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC