Hurricane Mathew

I ask a third or fourth time,

When is it supposed to hit?

I ask

one second time later

But it's the

New day

Not a one

And not a

crucial
piercing

blue day




A simple tiny little
                    You
Day


Reformat

My mind from memories


Thinking then

Then the thought

making steps
a bit more pleasant

Healing the try and burning the gauze

For a brighter

(And th3n)

purified future

The outcome father,

Has me quoting melodies
Closing my eyes

So that now I am seeing

My childhood's house burn


I chew the candy now


Pink...

... moving lobes


Moving...


the boys scratching your newly
(Insert ****** possibly insectuous) painted siding

And that wasn't remembering



That was
   (Or is it now)

Over and over
And it's over

Oh so oh oh


I mix my mediums

You've made a mistake



I mixed my mediums


Betrayed by blood magic



A sequence of sounds

The pen

A barn

And my
((And mine alone))

Crystallization

.

I wondered once
And surfed

I lied once
And shivered

I woke up
And spoke once

A pool of blood
((Nurses telling you))

It's a lot of blood

And the drummers shake

My death

My . .


I wish to say
My pen leaks


Wish and pray because of Saturday

So today I stay
  


   A madman

Oh...

so

mad
Man


Breathe wind breathe .

Breathing.

Win.

Win but breathe.


The shorter term breeze


And you'd say (I hope)


There he goes again.


Argh she blows.

Again.


And I continue this


A death without

A death  tasting oh but so foul


Picture me as I stay asleep


A microphone's pop

Ad

And the sweetest feeling of kissing me

Not knowing

I cramp too soon

And I hide
bug poison
In my thinning hair


But what is that?


Virulity is

And power....


And all of this....


It is abracadabra

It is alakazam.


Life is a few minced words..

Ambiguity within mine
doodling Yankee mind that
arises, asper current
hoopla harrumphing
American Civil War statues,
which verbal/written spat

particularly regarding southern generals
(many atop horses) arouses
call to arms whereat,
excited curiosity possibly twill incite
dangerous extraneous, mutinous,
treasonous *** for tat

promulgation exhuming ghosts
abolitionists of Dead Poets Society
screeching like a wildcat
signaling resumption, sans
war between the states recruiting
every able bodied proletariat

after well nigh one
hundred fifty four plus years,
which repurpose sing reformat
might transform mine
humdrum friggin existence
into one enviable secretariat,

where these ears will
hear constant ratatat,
when bombardiers din
temporarily doth pause
scampering atop rampart
analogous to polecat

espying the freshly minted "enemy"
unconcerned if maneuvers induce pitapat
cuz resumption of battle will drown,
this weasel granted leeway within Union
Schwenksville, Pennsylvanian nonfat
spry old man confident fighter

despite civilian life
extant, viz noncombat
acclimated to rustic/primitive conditions
honest to dog abode comprised
thatched hut housed within mudflat

only during rainfall rigging
makeship shower plus laundromat
counting lucky stars kismat
blessed without necessity
to whip out handy dandy hemostat,
thus yours truly ready for action

quite content nsync
within no man's land habitat
linkedin with nearest battalion via
microchip embedded within
noggin rock solid as hardhat
genetically modified lest

Johnny Rebel lob brickbat
also on lookout against
swampy hungry creatures,
thence I will ******
these lovely bones akin to acrobat.

How I wish I could Reformat my heart,

Free you from the space of my mind,

Delete all the saved Caches and drafts  of you,

Away from my Memory,

Discard all those Spam nonsense you've told me,

Reboot my whole being,

Browse to another chapter of life,

Register a new and better me,

Set a up a new firewall for my heart,

And if it should ever be broken again,

You'd leave me no choice with this life but to

Turn off.

You lied, tried to weasel from my heart,
Not smart, this isn't a game to restart.
No hardware, not a restart,
People like you need a lover's manual to chart.

WARNING: The heart you're about to handle is fragile,
Not a toy, commitment needed until the aisle.
May break if left without care,
History protected, in a file to share.
Multiple breaks reformat you out,
Love won't compile, filled with doubt.
Approach softly, don't revile,
Detects fake tear or smile.

Still daring to ask about warranty,
Broke every point, saw through the mystery.
Clear now, you were acting as if non-existent,
Now Kryptonite, my survival is distant.
Time to leave, no longer your knight,
Can't survive another night.
Apologies if bluntness lacks in this write,
You must depart, I'm no longer your knight.