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Scurry hurry
Shaking hands shaped by worry
tie the knot of plastic
A bubble home for the hard green cup
where brown and white
mixed lay married.

Wash rush
Dainty legs in dark blue denim
hasn't time to be romantic
A worn out sister played by hope
shuts the door panting.

  It clings to a robust tree
  head hidden under rosy pink    
  protective shield
  edged in yellow

  The fireflies

  
Sticky webs of empty lies packaged in boxes of deception by the wizard that doesn't work
sit dead on the small bedside table
like the results they provide.

Boxes and boxes of cozy containers
and cards of capsules
47 I counted them
current and extras
They choke my sight
then I am groped by the smooth blue robes worn by the youthful shepherd
posing aside a grey rock looking yonder
into the distance as insta-natural as possible in a pastel painted picture framed in wood against the wall.
  
  Unstable molecules in tiny airtubes,  
  many, breakdown and explode
  like little landmines
  A bio-luminescent lit ***** assaults a  
  dense night flashing brilliant
  to find a mate
  Six strong neon-green throbbing blinks
  Six slow seconds of unimaginable
  wordless dreamless dark.

  are bright.

  
I turn my head
The whole unsettling mass of reality
is torn apart into vibrant colorful morsels,
then reassembled
as my eyes  
settle
on

Her

"Oh God, if you're here, heal her now
and you'll have me. Show me what those confident tongues so eagerly confess.
Please!"

NOTHING
Another sticky empty square
covered in thick black-strap molasses
slapped to the face of the fool
who likes sweet things.

BUT

What happened to the omni-this, omni-that CEO of God enterprises?
"Go on Death" is what that means
"Go on Death do your job" is what it does

"It's your time.
It's to test your faith.
Gods plan."
All slogans for the man
who believes and dies.
  Culture creates the fool
  Hope keeps the fool
  Belief kills the fool
Thanks for doing what all those boxes
and all the pictures
on all the walls of the world do

FOOL

Her face,
a gaunt kind of skin-to-bone sight
a bad flavor
like a meal with no taste

Her mouth,
crack-lipped, framed by dry
delivers deadly blows to a heaving chest
that says; "Give me air"
yet lungs say no

Anguish,
is ****** from the pit of my cold stomach
then up through the spirit of a warm heart
I plaster the feeling in the shape of water.
My eyes puddle

I weep

It sticks

Love,

Falls

Fluttering as a twinkle
through soft beams of sunlight,
the drop glistens
plops
then dies
on the pink and blue checkered blanket.

All I have to offer are busky palms
to soothe this battered body
before you are torn apart by what
puts things like us together.

I swallow her frame

Her calf - bone

Squeeze and move

Her thigh,
my hand wraps completely
pinching a sausage sized piece of muscle
not big enough to walk
between plump thumb
and meaty middle

Squeeze and move

Her hip bone is angular
It fits flush in my hand
like the hard front peak of a cricket cap
when held above the grid

Squeeze and move

My chunky tentacles massage over
wire-thin barely blue throbless veins
that decorate her meatless paws
and twig-like fingers.

Squeeze and move
  
  It's after midnight
  Thick curds of desperation push
  again, through a splendid backside
  a special toosh
  slogging a dancing night-fever
  to beat the two-to-four,
  a beam as bright as a green day
  cuts through the black pitch of night

  

I hold her hand
A thin filling between two slices of mine
I look at her eyes and turn away

Have you ever been pulled from the center of  your heart, ripped head first through the narrow crack of your own chest, tossed aside like a skin-sheet onto a concrete glass-covered floor then squashed beneath the majesty of a billion dancing floor-clapping feet attached to a shapeless void shapeshifting as slideshows  between all things gone, here, and still to come, stopping on the body of a small blue boy that sings in ghostly echo;
"Don't turn away from this.
Look till you see me through the eyes of another because this too
will happen to you
Clap clap clap clap!
I'm coming for you.

Trapped in a square tunnel made of brick, walls wide enough for one bus no brakes to speed through, no escape,
I accept what will squash me
I Face it
I Stand before it

I stare at her eyes staring back at me
A deep dagger stare
Two parts steel
meshed
until there is only steel
It melts

I simmer the room in soft whisper;
"It's okay. It's okay. It's okay."
I hold her hand,
patting the top as I warm the bottom
I smile for her, at me
I smile back, as me
  
  A skillful mimic
  Here I come
  I have light and breath
  I see yours
  I come at night
  Not for genes or ***
  I hunt and gut
  Hawking down I come as death

  
The gaps between her labored breaths become bigger and for a second I drift at the sight reappearing on the sandy dunes of an empty dessert space pushed by a dying wind I can barely feel.

A sharp salty tang toils the tip of my tongue and brings me back to her.

Her eyes

They have changed

Open

But

Soul

   less

     Soulless

     Desolate

   Like

That dessert

And that place where


*The Fireflies Lose their Light
Her warm words wash over me like a dope fiend daze... other voices boorishly buzz a cackle cacophony. At best they are the background noise of your existence.

bit players (endless layers) as she comes my way

Your body pixilates in an ******* focus, it bends, projects all else slowly into your frame, the deja vu of ****** tunnel vision. I struggle to speak as I stand before you.

All others condemned, reduced to extras in a celluloid daydream
they are arrayed for your adornment  
set pieces that surround you in the cinema that is your daily divine saunter

body sacramental (those around you incidental) as she walks away

The subtext, the reflex, the ambivalent, ambient lighting
means nothing without you

my arc, my carnal ******,
any other epilogue is dystopian

cdh
IN BED WITH STEPHEN KING

backstage: Romeo
tries it on
Juliet 'its 'im 'ard

the slap
shocks the extras
they pause mid-make-up

Juliet's received pronunciation
slips back into her native Cockney
Romeo told to go forth and multiply

anyway, Paris is
more her type and
oooh his *** in ahhhh...those tights

Romeo's...ughhh....halitosis
she winces with each kiss
taste of garlic...cheap cigarettes

an audience applauds
the curtain falls
glad to be just Jane again

she takes time
to un-Shakespeare her self
boy but she could ****** a kebab

Romeo: once again Andy
her ex & yes yes
she wants *** but...not with him

Paris: now Peter
gives her a saucy wnk
"Hmm!" she thinks "Hmmm!"

she imagines him
nakedly mad for her
sans tights...sans everything

alas that wink was
for Tybalt...*******
another night in bed with

- Stephen King.
I was at a garden party dahling and an actor was amazed that I would know Coward's Sail Away and be able to sing it. He then told a story of Stephen Sondheim chastising him for destroying his leading lady's(the actor's wife ) composure on first night by having an affair with some less than leading lady. So I guess it goes for the big guy's too....all the world's a stage I guess.
raven arcane May 2017
When i was 5 years old
I thought humans were all good, high, and mighty.
Animals, forests, or a garden with a tree,
Inferior to this world.

Scared was I,
To nature, as it's new to my eye
All those roots that tangle,
Animals in the jungle;
Oh how i wished
It ceased to exist.

Years later,
As I observe with my naked eyes,
The earth is the one mighty and high,
Advantages of earth, we shamelessly used,
To live and sooner abused.

Wishing I realized it earlier:
We are the invaders
The inferiors,
The extras,
Destroyers.

And as I see the ice melting
Trees keep cutting
Water still polluting
Cigarettes still lighting;
I knew the earth is dying,
And we are contributing.

The world is not made for us,
And we must stop taking it for granted.


              —a.c
I was devastated by the news about Antarctica "going green," and the melting ice caps. Not only does it eliminate yet another habitat for animals but it proves that the earth is truly dying as global warming gets worse day by day.

It's alarming and yet the only thing I could is not contribute to the growing pollution and write a poem.
We have Pork Chops that are tender
They are cut just right being slim and slender
Mash Potatoes I would recommend
Our seasoning is done in a special blend
Vegetables straight from the Farmer’s Market
Freshness you can depend
Our assortments of desserts stretch to no end
We don’t stop there
We have a new dessert called, “Multitude Galore”
It has various nuts, cream and little extras
But it is the flavor
Alcoholic and Soft Drinks to ignite your mouth
We have a new Alcoholic drink called “Southern Belle” capturing the South
But I have already said too much, let me shut my mouth
Thank you for coming to “Eating Delight”
Now you know our menu is out of sight.
memory is a story.  it's not a
clean story.  it is a story without
a beginning, middle or end.  it has
many words and pictures that are unclear.
plot points can be revealed at awkward times.  
supporting characters become leads and
leads become extras.  the narrator can
be unreliable.  rising action
can build to an underwhelming ******.
quotes seem to appear from unknown sources.
it is full of story threads that don't go
anywhere, like romances that never
bloom and confrontations that won't happen.
many problems are never resolved and
there are stories within the story with
no discernible meaning.  the hero
confronts many obstacles, but it is
uncertain as to whether a goal was
achieved by doing so.  despite these flaws,
the story reveals a truth, like all good
stories do.  the reader is the author,
and the author the reader.  "and so on".
Gant Haverstick 2019
Robin Carretti Aug 2018
Let's not make this long speech
    my best moment to reach
    Casablanca-*******
Day in and Craker Jack out what!!
Please the kiss needs to be longer__

The piano plays incredibly stronger
So short the "Cheez Wiz" visit
but constantly
Oh! My the lovely edible dish

The long wish*
too long its been
way too long___

I belong to the short savvy
stack of crackers
I am Jamming sweet
The words in
such an array to greet
Or meet Robin-Tweet
C-R-A-c-k-E-Rs__Cozy-Real
A+++ Collection
King Eternity gravity of Robin

The Craft fair long____
Line
Green Guacamole animal
 crackers green
with envy
"Long story Witchcraft"
The spell his magic fingers
French Tickler
Those finger foods gift matcher
She sees little red riding hood
Getting the right Judge Judy
homemade Country fudge so good

VIP ******* may I RIP cracked
the code computer hacker
Afterthought but don't
come towards me
She's bulletproof
The braveheart like a horse hoof

The earthy Queen of the county
It's today coffee dark swirls
Passed over cloudy war tug
Proud Mary got cracked mug
I only have eyes for
      *Sunny

The Leap jump for all
Easter bunny

Long appetizers in her tray
The hole in one Golfer hurray
The longer the wait like the
Meisers
The same star how I
met all the losers
A sweet and sour  mix of chicken
Moms *******
Saltine stuffing
I am longing for English crackers
Like a ritual, out of time lips chuckle
Sweet Berry cheeks and lovely dimples

This life will burn and crumble

Over crumbled crackers?
Those blind spots
Dog wear collars of polka dots
His name is Scott what favoritism spots
Vacation spot Meditterian crockpots
by the sea
Sea salt sprinkling saltine
over the shoulder, good luck

Feeling love sick her revolver
crackers to meet her four leaf clover
Life is falling apart what a pity
This is not only____ New York City
So dry the air like dried up
       "Apricot"
What white as a sheet
Full moon changed her music
Longshot transformation
To the Stepford wifes
Robot desperately seeking crackers
Some green chile
mouth burners

The best honey milk
 bedroom eyes like
crackers
My Sweet lord all aboard flirts
the ship watch your salty lip
The shepherd's pies short skirts

She doesn't live in our town
The sultan of swat
Vampires blood jelly
There is always a
wicked plot "Santa Claus"
*** of gold belly at a glance

Bullwinkle and Rocky road
ice cream cake
Cheesecake Factory
Trampling over crackers
What a time for a boycott

What fine attribute of
girl scouts
Getting blondie
brownie points

Someone passed her
screen test mirror mirror
cracked the glass shot
Astronaut looking
mighty short for words but pretty
Trusting the eyes of stars
The third eye three reasons

"Soap Opera Diamonds"
three times got cracked
*** matters lips sensually
Strike a pose short rally
Madonna Vogue
The oyster's long love rumors
She just loves her jelly roll and
Mr. Graham crackers
Just appreciate those cracked
wheat ladies
Sesame melba toast short top
of the crack
The things that really matter

Whats the matter?
With your daughter
He longs for her divine crackers
That's another short chapter

Too many rejects he throws them
They crack up those actors
The writer needed to
find more movie extras
Groucho mark with
joke of crackers
More well-known names
with sponsors
The jackpot was hard to hit
Everyone was better to
crack the safe long neck
My lady Giraffe*
The true lover's knot
Your poem is worth the shot
Astronaut I brought you
The perfect flight the men
with the mustache
The salt and pepper shaker
Elvis the King is shaking
******* and roll
This is a long shot to wherever you want to go but I cracked the safe what crackers can actually do it is a long shot we arent through
Zywa Dec 2018
In the evening, the river is a theater
the water is carrying the music
to our ears, the romance

of a saxophone sunset
twinkling in the wine and the church
rosy, nothing but mild grace

Tourists pretending click clack
that not they, but we, are the extras
and the city is a cardboard set:

theme park Paris l'amour
young people on the quays around
a pillar candle and kissing

couples as it should be
in the sunthrowers of the tourist vessels
gleam the spots in the corners

which you can smell
Collection "Take a picture, quick"
Rae Aug 2018
It’s all her fault
She let it happen
Who knew she  played the part of an insignificant  person oh so well
The extras in those movies
Yup that’s her
Everybody’s the main character in her life story but her  ,
So she settles  and hide
And politely pushes herself   to the side
Says everything all right
Pretend
Disguise
All the feelings she  tries to hide
Always come back to haunt her
Then she’s  left alone
And then ask “why “ ?

She’s  kind
And sweet
And ties everything together so neat
And then she’s  left alone
Everything unravels
And then ask “why”?
  
She says the right things
Always been supportive  
Never really cared about herself  only others
And then she’s  left alone
And resorts to writing her  emotions on a piece of paper
And then she asks “why” ?

She’s  responsible
She’s  always relied on but when it comes to her there’s never a person she can rely in
Does what she’s  told
No matter how much she breaks
She doesn’t show one crack
Her heads off the rail but she makes sure it appears on track
Never pushes anything to far
Calmly keeping up the act
She doesn’t  step but tiptoes
around everyone and anything around her
And then she’s left alone
And she really wonders “why”?

— The End —