"faceplant" poems
--cloud head will
deter homeostatic clutter.
--binocular- peering while walking will cause a
trip a fall and a faceplant.
--making cookies without molds will result in
messes.
--writing will invoke
insanity.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
I was inside but for a moment, and this time
Never thought to lock the chain,
No sign of my battered, blue Schwinn with the squeaky rear brake,
You must have pedaled like the devil on the North wind,
Vile, wretched, rat-faced incubus,
I know your kind too well, you see,
Too bad your baggy jeans didn’t
Get caught in the whir of spokes,
It would have been worth a bent frame
To see your ****** faceplant asphalt painting,
I demand satisfaction in teeth and nails
Plucked from living flesh, Oh Karma,
One pulled for each bus ride I’m forced into,
One for each mile trekked that should have been yours,
You, after all, should be used to walking until,
Like youth’s dreams in old age,
Your shoes have come apart at the seams.
Didn’t your dad buy you a bike?
Or did his hands give you nothing but boxed ears,
When he was there, maybe he wasn’t so often?
Does my loss smooth the rock in your gut?
Do you bear greater burdens than this petty guilt?
For the theft of one battered old bicycle,
Do you deserve the full heft of my considerable ire,
Heaped on like firewood, too big to burn at once?
I know not what desperation
Could lead one to take such a homely contraption.
How pampered my sensibilities compared with yours,
Perhaps here is character I need to build,
And you need it more than I. Forgive me.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Final exam week
Is essentially akin
To purgatory
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC
Oh lovely coffee
You torture me so badly
Burned my **** knee
May 1, 2010
May 1, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC
I can not do it, I can't
Did everything one is supposed too and still failed
Wasn't expecting to faceplant
I wanted it, prayed for it, dreamed about it and it sailed
My plea rang out like a chant
Gave up? I played to the buzzer, when the buzzer sounded I trailed
All hope I was forced to recant
Before I knew it I blew it, my loss was unveiled
©2023
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 2:14 PM UTC
On my way home from poker night,
Where I had pulled a royal flush,
I tripped over a rabbit’s foot,
Doing a faceplant in a bush.
I saw a penny on the ground
Just beside a four leaf clover.
I put each one in my pocket
And restarted my trip over.
A light rain drizzled in the sun,
And formed a rainbow up ahead.
I walked to where it touched the ground
And found a *** of gold instead.
Standing beside the *** of gold—
A leprechaun and a genie.
They handed me some numbers and
Said “These will win the lottery.”
I finally got to my house,
And I had to chuckle once more.
An upside down horseshoe was nailed
In the space just above my door.
All I could do was shake my head.
The whole night was so strange but true.
But none of it could measure up,
To how lucky I feel with you.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
Love is flooding my body, it's a strange feeling. I'm entrenched in vulnerability , every word held hostage. I was always running away from it , scared of it controlling me, scared of it destroying me. This time I'll dive into it with every inch of my being. I will soak my decisions in this emotion. I hope she doesn't know that she can **** me. Drop me from the heavens to faceplant in the concrete. That she is my vice, the one that rambles consciousness, scrambles my soul. **** a rock ,she's my mountain.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC