"randal" poems
You sit next to Randal
By the river. He brings
Out the postcards he’d
Bought. Best send one
To your mother, he says,
Don’t want her worrying
About you and how you’re
Doing. You take the offered
Postcard and put in on your
Knees. Amsterdam. Randal’s
Been here before, he knows
The place well. Came last
Year with the French girl.
You wonder why he dropped
Her soon after their return.
Maybe she wouldn’t let him
Or maybe she did too often
And that put him off. You
Look at the picture on the
Front of Amsterdam at dawn.
Ann Frank’s Haus yesterday.
You remember that. Haunted
You; you felt some aspects
Of her were still there. What
To write to Mother? Why bother?
Part of you thinks, she’ll look
Between the lines, see things
That aren’t there, imagine things,
Suggest you did this and that.
She never trusts. Randal writes
His scribble fast, usual crap:
Weather, food, whatever. He’ll
Not write to say he shafted you
Twice the other night between
Hot sheets. His parents don’t
Know him; think him so sweet
And clever. Shaft girls, smoke
**** Never. You take a biro
From your bag and neatly write.
Dear Mother, we are well and
Enjoying the sights (guess what
We do at nights? Leave that out)
And the weather’s fine and food
Is plentiful and yes, I do change
My underclothes each day and yes,
We have separate beds in the hotel.
(Lies are cheap) you pause. Randal
Has done, he licks a stamp, presses
It onto the back. Finished? He asks,
Placing his hand on your knee, giving
A squeeze, sending a buzz between
Your knees. You smile, nod, and
Hand him the card. He reads and
Shakes his head and grins. All lies,
He says, and all those hidden sins.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
who knows
who rows
a boat
afloat
somthing
is in my throat
i think its a boat
il just use the best medication around
oo is makin dat sound???????????
o wait, me just high as de sky
my could fly to Janice meri's ouse
but me wont because me to lazy
relax, it aint halifax
its remax
max get out of here mon
and take your stupid wax candle
me dont like wax candles
dis be a big scandle?
no mon its just me, raldal
sorry randal
dis tin look like a guitar
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
This was something fun I wrote in high school:
Everyday of school is boring
Except when you're in H's class
Usually he's singing Britney really loud
Or making sarcastic jokes
But the thing students love about him
Is that he makes fun of everyone
There's; Randal, Cassius, and Shorty
And some who can't take a joke
What I like most is my last name
And how no one I know can pronounce it
But when someone says it right, it just annoys me
Not Mr. H, no not him
He says it wrong,
Just to make me happy
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
Remembering the game I couldn't tell you.
But the hot dog, peanuts, ******* jacks and soda was there.
I didn't understand the rules as I listened to the commentator.
The calming voice and discussions between each pitch.
Remembering the game I couldn't tell you.
But being able to go to Ozone Park to see my grandparents.
I didn't understand the rules as I listened to the commentator.
As I sat on the floor in their living room with grandmas chocolate pudding.
Remembering the game I couldn't tell you.
But being able to watch my friends play softball at Randal Park.
I didn't understand the rules and there was no commentator.
As I was nominated to be the catcher for just a moment or two.
Remembering the game I couldn't tell you.
But as I once again can relax somewhat in my head laying in bed.
I didn't understand the rules as I listened to the commentator.
The calming voice on the other end was just as calming too.
CMH
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:50 AM UTC
As she swayed to the tide of music nobody heard
The ghostly rhythms of my own forgotten soul caught FIRE
Tap dancing tenaciously on the tightrope of the void
Calling forth cascading cataracts, callousing over the mind, a cacophony of Mallards, flying south for the winter,
NEVER AGAIN TO SEE THEIR MOTHERS.
She tied my brain into a rope and swung across the chasm
Laughing like a Mameluke who had just discovered his feet.
The camel was left behind at the gate
The Babble went on till the break of dawn
Till it stopped.
And collapsed.
And felt weak as a Sunday Noon Tide Carolers
Bunchcake, Fun and Dry, Severing again and again the Hair twine
Randal Slappy Blimp map candy man Cadillac attack
A BOTTLE OF WINE AND TWO LEFT FEET LATER
A scumaladdoodalla frigate-splayed poodle-cups
When finally she agreed to let me into her preschool
I had already given up the hope of ever having a career in the arts.
Bean friends. Are the only friends. That accompany you. To heaven.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
Is it ******* cold in here
or is it just the lies they steer
your mind to fear with
know you cannot see it
or believe this truth I spit
sounds too familiar to the pulpit
calling Satan the culprit
of lust ego sin all of it
you just fall for it like that's all there is
not realizing that all of creation is His
YHWH is His name so the scriptures say
though you may think
it's been passed down falsely to your dismay
there's a side differing see Titus did write this
history Roman in a tome and he talked of
Jesus Christ getting hung up
on the cruc-a-fix He walked with
how Pontius talked with high priests over
Passover feast to hand over
the seed sower heavenly kingdom grower
the only One to the Father show-er
even Jewish Scribes describe of
Yehoshua's vibe was in their eyes that of
a magician so don't be dissin miracles
or call the Holy Spirit unclean at all
that's the biggest sin of all
If I recall any of you cowering away
from this Jew because of what I say
just pipe up so I can brush off the dirt
from my sandals and walk along His way
Know I ain't no snitch Randal just a vandal
making candles you can't handle
light too bright blind your sight
like right away back to the cave
so your chained brother's you can save
Just in these waters making waves
I can tell we ain't quaint by how you behave
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
I see thou walking over there,
With a single rose in thine hand,
Hafst thou loved another,
Just as I hafst loved thee?
Why, Randal, must thou leave me so?
I hafst been nothing but good to thee.
I prepare thy food, watch thy children.
I hafst done everything thou hath asked of me.
My heart aches for thee.
Thou hafst pricked it with a thorn.
For thou hafst cast me aside.
I guess thou hafst never truly loved me.
Thou know me the best.
All my dreams and fears.
What I value the most.
How shall I live without thee?
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC