"layaway" poems
just because you're dead
doesn't mean we aren't dating anymore
does it?
i am haunted
hearing you read a poem in my head,
dead
so we must have chemistry
or am i interminably obsessed
like a ghostly house
while your poems
have there way with me
rumbling down my phantom thigh
breathing
on the layaway plan
ghastly pumpkin in the oven
languishing gracefully
your generosity in death
a carnival ride of fascination
like a broken bird
to tormented to hold
your preference
hors d’oeuvres of rat poison
and verse
for the thin air road
a smudged face poets last word
in crumbs of burnt onions and charred meat
your so pretty in penny loafers
bare legs dangling
In this homeless corridor sunken in your blackened
idol of release
and that stupid stare
your weight no longer measured in grief
i was born to late
to die with you
to save a pretty nymph in a downward spiral
precious fertilizer of poetry fields
i'm fixated on your suicide pose
but you're too busy being dead
to give a ****
my sweet eyed snob of smiling hooks
i'm obsessively obsessive
for what could never be
and is
am i not your fan,
your creep?
if i pulled you from the oven
and rattled life
no doubt, you'd be all **** and vinegar
i'd be your despicable hero
a vampire
like a straight jacket of love you hate
your dead now poet of twilight
and i'm left here reading your poems
telling you softly
they are the best poems ever
and making believe
you love me
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
A universal force leading you to the crossroads
To sell your soul and finally live within potential
Or pass it by, blinking lashes
blocking dust and truth
It takes three things and only those three
Everything else is fluff
You gotta be ugly - you gotta be blind
Can't see or fathom the linear substance
The concrete holding, your bricks in the wall
Either in a literal sense or on the inside
Prominent features surpassing character
hard to look at but don't you worry
You gotta be blind
so it's no concern to you.
Next you gotta depart with your core
Strip away hope,
a skinning between body and soul
No longer will it be yours but if you're lucky,
you may get to keep it through layaway
There's always a price though, hidden fees
Steep, unsubtle , a fat moon face hiding behind a child's mask
I wonder though, was it really ours, this soul, to begin with?
To sell?
Self entitlement lingers second thoughts
That's the biggie though. Ultimate collateral, this soul you carry.
Finally, I'll only touch the tip.
Driving, animal instincts seeking warm comfort
You gotta answer to a new title,
a southern anatomy most of of the species glorifies.
it dominates in a protruding and brute external hang
A tangent but have we considered this tender piece to be the answer to vulnerability
instead of historically jarred ********** of wit
and wealth?
That's all it takes, folks. At that fateful railing
Get used to hot, sticky and sweet breath
Always chasing, caressing the back of your neck.
The void in the center where you had it
The soul you had
before you sold it.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
She was smoked
salmon so spread
Like his creme of
the crop
Smoking hot circles
0-0 0______No-No
The points... Dots
And shoe size petite___-
The whole website
To love and honor
Whats in her moves
The private Dancer
May I never be dropped
To be overly loved
I am not asking for more
The score more or less
can be
The greatest dancer
O yes, so many pretenders?
More spread like_______
Mr ((Mayonaise__meeting
Handsomely Hellman
Falling into your
embrace Tango-Tie
I- Apple creme pie
to phone U
May I tango 4-U
Sweet lips of mango
Don't shed one tear
Listen to what is said?
How her dance step
to be read
next year to be wed
Like your hot rods
and hubcaps near
your bed choices
To sweep me off my
feet well said
The tango soprano voices
The Hub
Rubbing my
dancer's feet his treat
Wildflower Salsa beat
Emotional dance
The Tango
Graphically
Cool______ design
Contacts to sign
To his excitement
Steps are well
worth
the dividends
Drinking tapas
The fine tip of gratis
Sign sealed and
dance delivered
In an instant
dancing contract
Two bodies dance
as one__________*
Flaming intertwined
Brazilian Silky- hair
Mr. May-0 tango pair
Mr. Hellman
merci beaucoup
His desires came with the loop
The mixture mango scoop
May-0, not the May Day
No clouds passing
in grays
So festive never passive
Well made beaded
Peacock Miss Marrietta
The Birds of the feather
Expression of sensual faces
To impress the right man
Distinctly dressed
Explanation point
May I interject my
point______________
Tropical sandals high-point
Tango dancers have a
the certain way
The lovely maiden
Names day and age
Eyes engage contest page
He to her side fancy
May- 0 in her Prime
(Hello)
Another Day-Oh!
Don't move her dancer
days to sail away
Sea breeze perfect per day
Her fancy dancer
shoes not on
layaway
* * * * *
In the now a dancer
nowadays taking flight
Every day always
the dancer's way
You Amaze so blessed
Like your possessed
* * * *
Titans in a blaze
How it may arise
He was dancing to her
movement ****** salsa
To her toes up to her
Tango lips amazing dips
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
The country lost their beauty queen
The same day passed the Prince of Pleasure
Televisions will capture the red eyes of gravediggers
And the dried
The prunes and the oppressed
Smoking cigarette butts down to the ground
Mutiny will be on layaway
Shooting in streets and dying local band posters
The road lion growls
Police stay home, your brothers in arms will die.
So it goes. How useful is that?
Up came the sun, down went the stars.
The water calmed still, and loud were the cars.
English Translators dance in Russian studios.
Loudspeakers play the silent songs nobody knows.
The woman in the yellow beaded necklace plays with her silver rings rolling across her white fingers.
Wafting down the black nighttime cool air you can hear the rhythm choir of a thousand black children
singers.
That’s my town.
Isn’t great.
I’ll show you the strangest kid I know.
Purple, red, fast and yellow.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
For the pale dudes who confront the wind
and try to push it back into its bottle,
and for tall girls with their datebooks
who can organize their dressers
but feel acid scorch their throats whenever
someone says the not-so-magic words
because disorder haunts them still--
For all the paralegal types
who had to rearrange their futures
for the kids,
and for the dryer locked in layaway--
I will keep the fire going.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
I wish I could drive a fossilized Cadillac
right through an arid desert
in the middle of Arizona
so my desolation can have its own landscape.
I’ll ask the grains of sand
rocketing in swirls around the wind
if they've seen my talent running by;
I’ve been calling it for months now.
The citizens of Earth are not cold.
It was just my eyes that gave them frostbite,
my mind that morphed their faces
to resemble the hideous change within.
I’m not sure if that’s a truth
that fate has put on layaway since birth,
or perhaps a rumor that’s been force fed
like wart-ridden frogs to the purest of tongues.
All I want at this point
is to be a center of a desert’s mushroom cloud,
leaving with a new look at the sky
and a bit of dry skin.
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 10:47 AM UTC
Diamond planets on layaway
Stellar corpses thrown away
Purple ribbons of DNA
And silver spoons in mouth
It may look white, but it's blue and red
A race of oranges on a narrow thread
While satellites mess with our heads
The sun dyes our hair
They're selling space to the googolplex kids
With golden grahams of fake eyelids
While android hands place their bids
Ignoring their embedded denial
Fifth dimension sure looks green
Entropy has gone obscene
My solar twin must be quite mean
But there's not much we can do
If you're blue
You're bleeding through
If you're blue
I'm bleeding too
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:23 PM UTC
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
It is hard to walk with only one hip.
The other is attached to my lover
and it feels like I’ve put it on layaway.
Week after week making small deposits to get it back
and yet to find, years later, I have only begun to pay down the interest.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
Alias indomitable invincible
Donald John Trump oozes wrath
inexorably plunging every species
of life toward apocalyptic warpath
mercilessly threatentens world
wide web promising bloodbath
validating ex post facto commander
in chief as nonpareil sociopath
hence... this call to arms gives run
for money challenging any psychopath
lest inevitable according to dead
reckoning prediction of
wisest sages calculated math.
Thus one poetic footsoldier doth broadcast
dire straits emergency, and inveigh
grassroots action mandatory meaning
registered voters must
cast ballot per se
else planet Earth will...
burn thermonuclear gray
rendering oblate spheroid
uninhabitable, I daresay
if bleak forecast father time doth delay
global warming would outweigh
former worst case nihilistic scenario,
nonetheless Gaia will serve
as repurposed ashtray,
whereby inextinguishable fiery storms
approximating calculus of doomsday
nsync with intolerable weather forecasts
if complacency rides roughshod field day
defying lack of immunization oy vey
against opportunistic unfamiliar organisms
viral and bacterial agent provocateurs
microscopic gangbusters
nothing could allay
winning scrimmage play
thinning overpopulation whereby
scavengers make short shrift
plethora once living flotsam and jetsam
perhaps requiring rotting, putrefying,
goods put on layaway
(type of foragers -
reference https://www.google.com/search?
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KECaXe_UA6SO5wLh-7gY&q=list+
examples+of+scavengers&oq=list+types+
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58737.70074..70997...0.4..0.223.1875.
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now ye might hashtag me chicken little
synonymous to Rome burning,
while Nero did fiddle,
perhaps scaremonger i.e. Cassandra
alamist bah bing away, a realist foaming
at figurative mouth with spittle,
would you believe cautious optimist,
who presents prediction,
while this poem heed whittle.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 5:18 PM UTC
yes
hello
i'd like to
inquire
the price
of
peace of mind
see
i used to
have my own
but it seems to
have shrunk from
one wash
too many
worn and faded
the beautiful blue
tranquility
a dull grey
how much?
why
i couldn't possibly-
do you
offer layaway?
perhaps
i'll be able
to afford it
someday
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Maybe we met at the wrong time
In another life I would have made you mine
I think we need some time apart
You can't be the one to hold my heart
A married man can't love another
He can't take me under the covers
He can't make me feel the way he does
I just want to go back to the way it was
But what if you're the one who gets away
I might come to regret this someday
I shouldn't want you the way that I do
In 38 days I need to be over you
You need to stop making me feel this way
Love can't be put on layaway
You know how I feel and you did it again
Why did I ever let you in
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
cold, in the ground
memories lost,
morning frost.
groggy sound
intriguing resound.
familial contact tossed
layaway, high the cost
no fireplace recounts abound
one of five
inexplicable tragedy
attempt at Gatsby
his history contrive,
implore, answers fragile
the handful uncovered - ghastly
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Layaway receipts tucked in my lungs
I breath in your vapors
I exhale your funds
Chained by your favor, I need no reason
To a wall with a value
Cemented with our blood
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 9:39 AM UTC
We had a celebrity yet hidden love
The come follow me so we can get private time hidden love
But I don't want to be your Beyonce and Becky with the good hair
I'm about to be the best thing you never had and make you irreplaceable cuz you ain't listening'
You want to be hidden in plain sight
But my body isn't your ego
You want the green light
Want a place to keep your surfboard safe
Want me to hold your extra weapons cuz u r a soldier
Finding the right moment to put me back behind battle lines
Nobody knows how or why I'm your "Bonnie"
They don't know your my angel with a broken halo
No one gets that you sing to me, you rap to me
The kind you would never show your mother
Cuz it doesn't matter what you may think I deserve
Or what I might be worth
I will never ever be like "those girls"
The girls that is only allow to call when your mother falls asleep
The girls who always sending LOL Smiley
The girls who would give up anything for your superego filled kiss
You hide me in stairwells and behind locker doors because your scared to be seen with me
Then everybody would still know what you were doing…
Dwelling in your heart and soul
you're still holding on to me
My hips you keep them,
The key to my heart, you keep playing hide-and-seek by yourself
Yes, you may say there's somebody else
And you never meant to love me
Its ok, you don't have to admit it because actions speak louder than you do
You text me like i'm the last human left
Then act like you never ever wanted to know me
As if our moment we made special was your type of a payment plan
As is if my body was 30day layaway
All you been doing lately is lay away
Cuddle with me, but in the morning you run like Beyonce on the run tour
I'm almost like a ******* child
The reason Daddy left from the start
Rejection for me don't come on weekend or holidays
It comes when you sit next to me and stay closed off like a ****** scene
But I knew a time when you couldn't way to see my face
I don't know why you are
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 12:26 PM UTC
Dead Horse on the race track
If this is happiness, then sadness is on layaway
Then my futuristic plans is chalking out my future
Better to know, before stepping into the horse’s droppings
Than this upside of uncertainty of man’s failure:
To me it’s stressful, but not always bad:
When the dark clouds clear, the sun will appears:
Those long months, those lonely hours,
Always rolls back to and stay low on flat surfaces:
January, February, March, May
and June always, goes by so fast;
I have past the one hundred and eighty one mark for this year
I add more to my bucket lists: I am single and free
I haven gotten a deep French kiss throughout those months
Not even a little hello **** or a grab by
the ***** approach from the perverts
but I am moving on: and loving it…
The whispering night, the silence ring tones,
It’s better off without the whimpering whimper:
**Better to flee from death than feel its grip.
HOMER, The Iliad**
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
mumbo giant jumbo,
combo pixel elixir,
rapid, vapid transit,
commute transmute,
****** deduce,
induce, profuse, refuse!
brain yowling, mewling,
scriven screwy, skewy,
left brain currently illogical,
right brain under left wing
tautological, combinatorial.
said thrice, devolved developed
case of purple thrush, thank god,
they're calling me to
to a lovely dinner
of word salad
and Lettuce Lady's
green goddess pasta
basta!=08
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
15
,pretty slick,,,runs
,piping hott ,, undone
&the;
buddha, the-rider,, the- boxes,,,layaway
the glistering
the beaming, all the book keeping
a philistine, if i mayy
impeccable, and free
glitters all the hourrs,
a\ repliccaa
just a beguiling taste ,\
,sire,,little empty purposely,, masterfully done,,,sire
beefy ,,sire
,and, plenty-full
surelyy
the nectar bequeaths
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC