"lyme" poems
New York ~ News
New Jersey ~ Beaches
California ~ Movies
Florida ~ Disney World
Kentucky ~ Chicken
Texas ~ People that can't fit in their cars
Connecticut ~ Lyme Disease
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Joseph sits on skinny chairs, reads the funnies
she would be tall, pretty hair, she don’t see
see he won’t be reading one bit, he looks dumb
just staring, looking fat, broken, glum
she cleans up all the plates
—Put those dishes down, now is a time for **********
I’ll take you now, and wonder if I’ve taken
steps enough to excuse my idleness; in time
you’ll leave, and supine, I’ll take a coat of lyme
and let the lines loose
We will communicate through touch and kiss
and enjoy the full of it, pull in the harvest;
light and movies romance the **** out of me
at last, we are at the end of all things irony
Christ that **** impersonal.
—This music don’t be coming from them
that is right, that is absolutely the end of them
they just end, I don’t care, I let it be
how come you so foolish, Joseph? I don’t see
why are you so foolish?
—You play the guitar by ear and plucking
at this moment they are dinosaur hunting
time is absurd and disgusting
I don’t understand it, I’m simply saying
you played some songs I knew at the time
But how different are your songs from mine
attach your seatbelts to your right hand buckles, fine
away with it, away with them all, please
I am telling, telling, understand, please
different in a few ways, love
—Joseph, you play the drums too loud
you are a big, dumb, idiot head
they end, it certainly has to be
it’s apocalyptic, something like this, said she
such a dummy you Joseph
the movie drums its so vicious loud
the end a dumb idiot head
that’s a thing she might have said at the time
and you are given a full witness to the violence of our time
Joseph plays bad harmonica.
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
Vivid forget me nots feign sleep,
their tired eyes tinged pink.
The soap and chlorine
at Lyme Regis bay
doth stand to make me think
About the way the rushes grow
and what lurks amount the reeds,
what gently dazzles
behind closed doors
and what we doth concede.
Is the laurel leaf unfathomable?
Is nature that way too?
For I feel that I don't understand
what every body seems to.
The humbled bumbles rumbled buzz
Satin saints upon our door
We wonder what was here,
And what was there before.
The streaming stained glass
waterfalls, were they always there?
The sickled moon stands amorous,
clotted clouds about his hair.
Stately sit the beaded stars
in a wash of sky,
And still I sit, Still I sit,
Sit and wonder why.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
frozen fallout shelter housing dried goods and tinder
black bean and rice prepper bent on the end of days
looking first to the sky and then to the government
absorbing radiation and propaganda
faster than organic apple juice can flush the system
triple berry blast yogurt smoothie shakes violently
in hands coated with Lyme and the scent of the non-believers
bodies unburied lead only to disease and discomfort
stench filled landscape harboring mutated mankind
arms outstretched seeking normalcy and edible grains
contaminated meat from damaged cans sits unprotected
thin and frail lithosphere no longer preventing dermal cancer
only encouraging drought and famine while burning retinas and emaciating newborns
procreation as a plan of self-destruction and child-abuse
distant smokestacks, cracked, create a forlorn skyline
instilling visuals from days gone by
of easy life and happy youngsters
before the nuclear discovery
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
Well I slept through this cold night,
Hell, I've been through worse.
Heard a wicked story,
of Glass and tattered sash.
The fire keeps me friendly,
This fire tells me more,
It's all just ganna burn up
theres nothing else left but ash an Lyme.
That moon is watching; cautious.
It's makin sure I don't break more hearts.
I already feel so guilty,
I don't need this sentinel,
to remind me of my transgressions,
of love fueled aggressions.
So I might choke on this cigarette,
I might drown myself in drink,
You burning oh so bright,
I feel it's warmth from here,
For me its fuckin' bitter,
For whoelse it's cinnamon treats,
Please dim down your lights,
You make it real hard to ****** sleep.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:24 AM UTC
Bubbly hell
makes me tired every time I drink.
Rips apart my joints with sugary satisfaction.
Still I am invigorated with your flavor,
and want to chase you through
lemon tree orchards
that will only ever make me more thirsty
and want to drink of
my lemon lyme disease.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
You're on the phone with me
I'm on the phone with you
In two separate houses
In two separate rooms
I hear your mattress creak beneath you
and you hear mine
Our groans are a weird harmony
over the telephone line
You go silent for a time
all of you I know is the sound of your breath
and then it is my turn
as my mind spins and my fever burns
"Did you take your medicine?"
You ask me, before I have the chance to ask you.
"Yes...did you?"
"Yes."
And of all the things we have shared
I wonder aloud
Why must we have both gotten Lyme Disease
At the exact same time?
May 29, 2010
May 29, 2010 at 5:43 PM UTC
This is my empire
I am the king
I am the ruler
I am the only one
This is my time
Count the seconds
Count the minutes
Count the hours
This is my crimes
Call me a monster
Call me a killer
Call me a clown
This is my city
Under the floor
Under the boards
Under the lyme
This is my mind
Paint it all red
Paint it all blue
Paint it all ugly
This is my life
I am a husband
I am a leader
I am a son
This is my death
This is my life
This is my time
This is my empire
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
Hey you. It's weird me saying that, huh? That's all you used to call me, it felt like you forgot my name. You barely look at me, it's like I'm not even there. Do you know how old I am? Do you even care?
Sometimes I envy you. You're the one that knows all the family secrets because most of them are yours. I have figured some of them out though. All the times you drank yourself away, the times where you crept into our bedroom, all the times you wanted to harm others. I used to wonder why you were this raging monster but now I don't even care. You're this sick and twisted person that I guess only your kids can see. I know the only reason why you haven't left is because you have nowhere else to go. You have never had a real job and like to control other people.
I know now to make sure to never associate with someone like you. I don't want to end up in denial about how abusive and using you are.
I feel bad that your addiction to alcohol has stopped because it seems like all you want to do is get high off those pills you pop. One after the other; begging for more. She always lets up and gives you more everyday than you're supposed to have. All you do is yell and yell when you don't get more.
Now you're slowly deteriorating. Your in pain with your lyme disease and you aren't healthy. You don't have much more to live but you're so stubborn to even see that. I don't know if I should feel bad because of the monster you are. You're the one that made me not trust anyone, the one that made me feel like no one cares or loves me. I know it's not my fault anymore; it's yours. I would like to thank you though. You showed me I could get past this. So thank you.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
I.
It is beginning
to be whispered now.
II.
"She's sick,"
and indeed
they're right.
III.
Spilling it
like spilled coffee
the world's most used
psychoactive
they all scatter in awkward
worry
for safety of someone
they care nothing for.
IV.
Do they really believe
that I am
a different human being
then I have been for two years
now you know I'm sick
V.
Because I am ill
because I cannot eat sometimes
and others cannot stop
because my body cannot get enough food
it doesn't know how to process half the things
I put in.
VI.
Because I am ill
because I cannot sleep sometimes
and others cannot stop
because my body cannot get enough rest
it doesn't know how to shut off the thoughts
and sink.
VII.
I get asked
"Do you have an eating disorder?"
because I am so skinny
there is nothing to me
I am not more then
Ninety-eight pounds on a good day
I have never been
one hundred.
VIII.
No.
I do not
have an eating disorder.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
Antipsychotic licks, lyme disease ticks, pick up sticks
Cutting wicks, playing tricks, flicking BICs
Just another hick, way you look at me, like you got whole books of me
Come cook with me, write a hook with me, become a crook like me
Static backpeddle, piddling on the ant pile, been lost awhile
Cross-cut file creasing cuticles comfortably, clutter-free
Oh say can you see, why did they lie to me, why did we go to war?
Was it Junior settling Seniors' score, or something more?
We sit and snore gently, herbivores, wonder why the carnivores are hungry
Love me, if you can, I'm as temporary as sand spilling sideways
Fresh rays of sun, this photon was the one to finally find me
Chain reactions and Lurasidone interactions gives sanity in fractions
Join your faction and justify that violence, my two cents
Begging for pence and pennies, eating garbage behind Denny's
A whole scrap book devoted to ladybugs
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
You're the needle ***** to our contraception
your seed swims sick through tunnel vision
you contradict your contradictions
direct your horses to Gallup opinion
Take a sip from your golden chalice
you've poisoned our wine with Iocane powders
your time ticks of Lyme diseased malice
fictitious fortunes, SEC counts the hours
Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
Oh Lord I pray this won't sleep off
For You
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
Love is kind,
fruit of the mind.
Lives more than nine,
Stronger each time
Staining my lines,
Sweeter than pines,
making you unwind,
obliviously blind,
hearing only the chime,
of your hearts as you lyme,
until when you find,
fickle and fine,
in one perfectly aged wine,
then taste sip and refine,
for it will be mine.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
If you don't search for treasure
Treasure will find you
You can't solve a mystery
When you don't have a clue
Busy bees working
Are good at what they do
Pyrotechnic people
Who share the same view
Soak yourself in epsom salt
And read the front page
Someone died from lyme disease
Born to get paid
Telepath cryptic messages to the tube
Presidential candidates become unglued
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
ID has lost her identity
There is no more sense of me.
The world's turned scary and dark
Once bright, now, not even a spark
Lyme seems to be the cause
My life interrupted, on full pause
Fear holds me prisoner all the time
Is it mental illness or is it Lyme
So many years so many tears
So many threats so many texts
Turn the light back on to my life
I've endured over 4 years of strife
God see me, release me, set me free
From pain and sameness beautiful tree
A professor's brain gone insane
It is cruel, ironic, and will not wane
I could never have envisioned this hell
A book to be written, stories to tell
Finally...committed, will be its name
Perhaps it is only myself I have to blame.
I don't want to die. I want to live.
There is little left for others to give.
It is up to me to reclaim an identity
Super ID crushed and I'll let it be.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC