"itemized" poems
Cleaning up my thoughts with some sleep,
itemized & organized thanks to my dreams.
Cleaning up my thoughts with a mornin' bath,
last night's scents just never last.
Cleaning up my thoughts from the fridge,
uneaten words will be my nourishment.
Cleaning up my thoughts from the trash,
odious memories from the past.
Cleaning up my thoughts in wash 'n dryer,
to maintain color & getting brighter.
Cleaning up my thoughts with some smoke,
a lazy sunday daydream makes room for more.
Cleaning up my thoughts when I take a walk ,
jogging with my brain so one day I can grokk.
Cleaning up my thoughts with exercise,
working out the muscles & the third eye.
Cleaning up my thoughts through meditation,
sending stress away & on a vacation.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
Corridors, Corridors, Corridors
Turning corners, fortified walls
Falling dust settling on grime
Windows shattering from flying hail
Pain itemized for personal use
The heart is bleeding
From its place in the innermost cabinet
The storm is not passing
The ghostly folly is penetrating
Weakening beams through their creaking
Aimless sounds of abandon and disrepair
Are whistling silently through
The light of the sun and blanket of the moon
That seep in through the holes of the sealing
The elements of the world are caving in
As I walk through the corridors
Searching for a way out
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 1:14 PM UTC
He itemized his medical bills,
Maxed retirement deductions.
He's given cash to charities
and Democratic functions.
This scion of the one percent
knows its his cash they're after.
Manipulating tax returns
will keep him the last laugher.
A death this year is profitable
before tax cuts expire.
While he'll probably miss his parents
Still he set their house on fire.
He hates to see the old place go
but still he watched it burn
while thinking of deductions
for the Estate tax return.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
Today I woke up angry
And by the time I feel better it'll be too late to save me
While the voice on the TV sang the
******** reasons why they think I did it.
I got my snap back turned back
Ready to make a head snap back
When I let my rifle crack
Everyone will know I did it.
They will say I am mentally ill
When they were the ones who gave me the **** pill
Wrote depression as the cause on the itemized bill
Then send my *** out for another refill.
They turned the neighborhood into a war zone
When the cops came to my home
I would have come freely had they phoned
Instead they had guns drawn, ready to unload.
Hook me up to a gurney
Stick me with a poison needle to send me on my final journey
While a group of people look upon me
Never once believing my story.
The truth is, the bullet was meant for my own head
But I got scared and pointed it at the window instead
I shot a three year old girl as she slept in her bed
When it was my own life I wanted to end.
Today I woke up angry
Today is the day they are going to hang me
The death knell sings all around me
Life's final reminder of the ******** reasons I gave not to live it.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
there's no couching this effort...
celluloid film jitteriness of memory...
akin to a centipede thrumming
about a dank cellar.
i can not vacuum this stead...
with mind over matter...you
are It...the holy of holies afforded me.
noteworthy, and uncelebrated...we are--
as far's love's itemized.
incommunicado, and legendary--
our poetic licenses bestowed upon
one another...years would go where they
go...and concerned parties would head-butt
the genesis/apocalypse of our Go...minus been.
my love's no recourse to lovelessness...
(for you...that is) for...i'm drawn to a
picture, picturing overexposure.
Hardening, hard, and harder times felled
atop us...now help me lift.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
fine Furhman's Funeral Home
used the best alchemy money could
buy, to keep her flesh fresh
and a master seamstress
sewed her wicked wounds so not
a single soul could see
she was stabbed forty times
from her rubicund cheeks to her
pedicured toes
Furhman's was the best, above
the mediocre rest, in gifting mourners
with a pleasant view
when I got their bill in the mail
it had an itemized list, which included
a charge I had to contest
not because of penury or pettiness
for I am a wealthy weeping father, but
I couldn't see spending a red dime
for crimson polish they painted
on dead toes, slid in slick hose, and
hid in patent leather shoes
my wife said write a check for the
full amount, crying this was not about
what we the living could yet see
Baton Rouge, April, 1989
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
Categorized, itemized, branded
They think that the equation that is me
balances out in simple steps
Ha ... they think they know me
I've been to Egypt and back
Walked through wilderness
And gone around the stupid mountain
too many times
Dont judge me because you dont understand
Ask me and you'll find
That my philosophies weren't adapted
they were learnt
from being burnt one, two, many times
Categorized, itemized, branded
Such a pity that I no longer care
Or fear your stupidity
For a man who always casts blame without
Is without a doubt stranded
On the isle of stagnancy,
Accomplishing only a fragment
Of what they were meant to be
... they think they know me.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
in many ways many
of us are
compromised
itemized labeled
priced bought
and sold
or
waiting in line to be.
the only escape hatch
is inside of us
do not let anyone
or en-ti-ty buy you
and do not sell yourself
take yourself off the shelf
quarantine the virus
tune in to your
humanity and
spirituality
tune out the
survival of the fittest
mentality of the
dog eat dog world.
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 11:01 AM UTC
I want to make a wish
Or two or three or four
Just one wish
Itemized
I want to tell you these wishes
To see how you'll react
But then again, I know
I know you so well
I know every little face
I know when you will smile
And what food you will eat
I also know how fast you go
When you drive
Especially when you think no one is looking
I wish this wasn't useless
All these secrets I keep
I wish that I didn't have to
I wish that it wasn't me
I wish I could kiss you
I wish I didn't want to
You see, these wishes, they **** dreams
I dreamt of a lifetime
Of stars and of campfires
Of a house on a hill
Surrounded by flowers
I dreamt of this life
I gave it my all
I wish it had been you
I wish I were more your type
I wish I didn't care about it
I wish, I wish
But what can I do?
Every time I go to walk
There is something you'll do
As if you know
But you don't
How could you?
Why can't you let me go?
Why won't you?
I didn't want it to be like this
I just wanted to be happy
Safe, secure, alone
What is so wrong with alone?
Because I want them
And that life
I want it all with you
Because you shatter my future
With a smile
A joke
And then you walk away
How can you do that?
What magic is this?
I wish I didn't know you
That I had never felt
I wish I were cold again
Heartless, unfeeling
I do not want to be warm
To be warm is to be alive
To have a heartbeat
My heart beats because you make it
It stops when you're not there
Because when I was young
And stupid
And naive
I told myself it didn't exist
That it wasn't going to be real
Not to expect it
Well, I wasn't looking
Or expecting
Or wanting
But it happened
I wish I could take it all back
I wish I had kissed you then
In the grass
Looking at the moon
I wish I was that brave
That willing
Maybe I am
Maybe I will be that reckless
To tell you everything
To see what happens
To walk away when you say it
Because I know what you'll say
You'll say no, never
You'll say it sadly, slowly
As though it will hurt less
Because this is unrequited
Though it doesn't have to be
We're perfect together
But I'm going to grow older
I'm going to go away
I'm not going to tell you
Until I'm ready
I'm not ready now
For now I will wish
Wish that it will end
That I'll wake up one day
And you'll be just a friend
So that I can move on
Wouldn't that be nice?
But I don't know
I just don't know
Would I want that kind of life?
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 1:04 PM UTC
"It's happening on a day when the DOW industrial average was already down 175 points."
- Adam Johnson, Bloomberg Television, covering the Boston Marathon bombing
One by one she piled them,
bodies and fragments,
broken and tattered,
onto the golden scale.
their hands and feet,
swollen with innocence,
fell lifeless as the eyes
of their adjudicator.
where is your soul,
Lady Liberty?
where is your god,
oh, Freedom?
cold gears creaked
as the balance swayed;
songs of the hand
that guides the machine.
what is the stock price
of flesh these days?
and does our ignorance
provoke or appease you?
Boston, it seems,
is filled with heavy streets.
Inciting the terror
of empty pockets.
When our death tolls
read like itemized deductions,
something has gone terribly wrong.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
What a wild ride for a mild hide,
Files high filled with admired traits and itemized complaints
for every girl and guy supplied with power over places and people like
me.
Running from each moment in a state of terror, fearing error revealing
every spurious display of feeling shown,
Knowing survival depends on the Holy Bible of servility:
Secrets.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
I’d love to have a magic wand
Then all Republicans would be gone.
I’d wave my wand once again
And fill their chairs with honest men
And women who could serve
Without trying to get filthy rich
And could manage to see through
Any hateful racist political pitch.
I think we should fire them all
Take their wealth as restitution
For the attempted ****** of
The United States Constitution.
Put them into a prison where
They do their time breaking rocks
And teach them some education;
A twenty year school of hard knocks.
We can do it by arresting them all
For abrogating their office vows.
They don’t understand honesty
So we should teach them how.
We’ll take every word they said
And print up an itemized sheet
And fine them for every false word
Wouldn’t that be totally sweet?
We could denude them of the riches
They gathered while on the job
And turn them loose on prison gangs.
Let them lie to that angry mob.
And part of their punishment could be
Digging ditches down at the dump.
And joy, oh joy, they might luck out
And work beside Donald John Trump.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
Around this time, I felt like I was buried alive,
Around this time, I felt like I was buried in lies,
Around this ,time was suspended like berries on vine
Around this time , I shouldered everybody's burdens but mine,
Around this time, I had a sharp pain in my chest,
Around this time, Ironically, I couldn't find peace in rest,
Around this time, periodically, I had vivid dreams where I'd nest,
Around this time, I guess it's best to say i was depressed,
Around this time, I didnt think that i could make it,
Around this time, I couldn't smile, so I had to fake it,
Around this time, the truth I addressed and it was naked,
Around this time, I had a sickness, didnt think I could shake it,
Around this time, deadass felt like I was in the matrix,
Around this time, steadfast, i held it together day to day kid,
Around this time, thought my sadness to be infinite,
Around this time, my interactions were far from intimate,
Around this time, the song in my head used foreign instruments,
Around this ,time moved in minuscule increments,
Around this time, just existing was exhausting,
Around this time, my heart was stone cold Steve Austin,
Around this time, I felt like I was dead but I was was walking,
Around this time, couldn't hear what was said but I was tolkin,
Around this time, it was hard for me to sit calm,
Around this time, life was like a sit-com,
Around this time, I hated uncle Sam and uncle Tom,
Around this time, I had blurred vision and sweaty palms,
Around this time, my life was the opposite of masterpiece,
Around this time, I was busy tryna master peace,
Around this time, I played the role of Romeo , not the son of master P
My juliet , still moody ,yet, found a way to master me,
Around this time, I almost had my soul on sale,
Around this time, I was afraid to fold or fail,
Around this time, I was blindsided, felt the hurt like brale,
Around this time, I chose to have my truth unveiled,
Around this time, I had a handful of missed calls,
Around this time, I had bad judgment and miscalls,
Around this time, I had less deposits than withdrawals,
Around this time, I had less ******* with wet drawls,
Around this time, I sat slumped with idol eyes,
Around this time , I struggled to get thoughts itemized,
Around this time, my congratulations were ionized
Around this time, I needed someone positive to idolize,
Around this time, i lacked X's and O's. Couldn't make a play
Around this time, Inbox infested with ex's and hoes , couldn't stay away
Around this time, felt blood rush to my nose , couldn't stay awake
Around this time, my thoughts flood, I reaped what I sewed, I needed a break,
Around this time, I had the mindset of a fast fool,
Around this time, I had thought that cash ruled,
Around this time, I ate a lot of fast food,
Around this time, I was often in a bad mood,
Around this time, I had a distinct aura,
Around this time, the horoscopes couldn't even scope my horrors,
Around this time, I felt like boots with no Dora,
Around this time, I felt like kylie with no Sora
Around this time, I encountered a lot of false hearts
Around this time, i Had a lot of false starts
The happiness was very likely
The pain was felt under my armor a lot of things I didnt nike.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 9:26 PM UTC
A sexless marriage
A broken home
An empty face
Cold as stone
Nothing there
The love is gone
Yet why does it hurt
Moving on
To speak the words
Is to make it real
I'm so numb
Yet still able to feel
It hurts so much
Getting through to you
Is like walking on coals
On barefoot heels
I can't be sorry
For what I said
For so many years
I held it in
You said you felt trapped
Locked on the outside
So I gave you a glimpse
Into my troubled mind
I shouldn't have given you
An itemized list
It's Father's Day
And yet I gave you this
But in that moment
Something snapped
The smile I painted
Began to crack
And all my sorrow
Came pouring through
Even so
I still love you
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
A human brain can only go a few minutes without oxygen. Suffocation is a means of rotting. Damage catalyzed by this phenomena is quick and devastating.
As you released that breath,
The breath that held a tangle of vibrations-
Vibrations that wove through and around themselves, and each atom in this space between us-
did you wish you could catch your exhale in cupped palms, fold it with clean creases, and place it back under your tongue?
The vibrations unfurled themselves on my lap, now heavy with the weight of the posed question contained in that breath-
"do you see me?"
knee-jerk under the weight of what you'd asked,
"of course."
As you slept,
I collected your foolishly inquisitive breath- balled up like a receipt underneath your bed,
Ironed out the wrinkles,
And slid it into the back pocket of yesterday's jeans
I gave this breath back to you,
hoping that when I left,
you would have more than just a few minutes before they couldn't repair the damage
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC