"righthere" poems
the intent, by accident,
a message in madness,
anger alone has no value and
uses energy in negative valence
to manifest,
that can't happen on accident,
only on purpose, okeh.
You gotta tip the balance
for anger to be used abs-
like,
totally un-fair abs,
such a gift, who gives…? I meand abused, I'm confused…
absolute tip the balance to use anger,
never an accident, the intent
that's the message. All I got.
Now what?
Merry Christmas.
This is like VHS homemoviepoet try as he may he can't get away
Tinker-toys, oh Boy, a richochet peeiiing Mattel Itswell 30-30! WOW,
the kid across the street that got hit by a car last Christmas,
he got a go cart this year.
Everything is relative. me, as my old man, said to me.
Back then, late fifties, little desert town, middle'o'righthere
at the time.
My old man at Alamogordo, wit' Ferme 'n'them…
It's not history, I imagine it could be.
That kid did get a go-cart, it didn't help very long.
It's a thought. A message, I think, I thought it and now
you did, too. Sorta.
Cool, like olde times. Never real, always imaginable,
any way ya' wa'ah-ahn-em,
ya gotta ownownownem ommm
My God, it's Christmas time again, I can't remember
when it felt this way.
Did it? Ever? Frank Kapra, in the dark.
We held hands. You remember. Black and white. Right.
then, this is now, and much more joyous in a worldly joy
intended, I'm sure,
from the first
vibration of the chord twixt you and me,
we wish you amerry Chritmas, in deed.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC