"totalled" poems
A is for anthill which I have in my drive
B is for buzzing from a hidden bee hive
C is for cockroach that run all round the house
D is for droppings, that have been left by a mouse
E is for egg sack that hangs in my trees
F is for flying which the bugs do with ease
G is is for gophers which inhabit my yard
H is for hillocks with which my yard is marred
I is for insects which are all I can see
J is for june bugs, they're as big as my knee
K is for killing which I try to do
L is for lugworms that are shaped like a *****
M is for Mickey and his mousey like friends
N is for never...this infestation won't end
O is for Oscar, my scared orange cat
P is for well...pee...and he's good at that
Q is for quinine which I leave out to treat
R is for rodents, which I want Oscar to eat
S is for slugs which are killing my grass
T is for totalled, just give me a match and some gas
U is for underwriter who has insured my place
V is for vermin, that now own all my space
W is for water with which I started a flood
X is for poison, which will thin out their blood
Y is for Yertle, a turtle by suess
Z is me sleeping...to bugs and vermin on the loose
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 7:43 PM UTC
Thai By
This place gets under your skin. Slowly creeping in like black Texas gold. I said I'd never partake in the cat house girls. Seeing them each day for eighteen months was routine. Walking past the 'venues' to my shop. Usual hi's and hello's.
Then one fine humid day, bang! I happened. I changed. Cabin fever? I walked into Suzi's Place. I put my cash on the counter and grinded the mamasan first. Then her two daughters followed by every other girl in there. It took thirteen hours.
I totalled twenty eight girls. Most were nice. I can't tell my wife. My mate could, his wife's cool. Mine isn't. I'll say I was busy inking from dawn to dusk. I'm not sure what came over me. The Thai air got under my skin. That day tattooing could wait.
Maybe I'll do it again. Invite my wife and her toy boy. Did I say that people are strange here? I fit in well...
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
I wish I could write poems of distraction. I sit all day in rooms and there are times I am outside and it feels unnatural. I am curious to the state of my insides. Sleep is not reliable. Dreams are not patient.
It is night and it is cold, and as I look up to stare at stars and planets I see car crashes. Orion totalled by a Chevy Cobalt. A pickup dislodging each dipper and sending them reeling to infinity, smacking empty space.
Cold nights are cleansing. I need more time to think. There is so much to be thought, isn't there, so much potential just floating around, pathless, empty. The season will not change for a while. I must build a fire and warm myself.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Could I be
Sitting here where cold lightning strikes twice
In the same place
Cyclical thoughts repeat
Am I here again?
A flash of intention
To awaken
But I was listening to whispers
And they've disappeared
So nevermind, I'll just scream
To drown out the ego
Could I be
Ignoring my Self?
And fading?
I can't move
And I can't remember
Suffocating in two
Realities
This dissonance is everything
Putting me together
Tearing me anew
I wish I would disintegrate
But I am too strong
Yet weak enough to deteriorate
If this wind wasn't so hollow
I'd believe in something
Infinite immortal
But the awareness is totalled
It has taken me away
Memorial to this soul
An empty cup
I'll try again, forever
I'll never give up
You won't be totally forgotten
Just sorely missed
As if you were never there
I'm sorry
This one-way rubber band has pulled me back
Deep down into the well of pain I thought I filled
If only I could let go
I would pierce right through these walls of stone
I created
And become the dream I imagined I'd be
To mend this ache of dissonance
So consistent
This need
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
Is there a difference between seventy and two hundred?
Does a man accomplish more with a sick body and addled mind
Old like a tortoise or
methuselah from biblical times
Does he seek destiny in a cup of tea
Hoping for a spark
To see
And and and
Time moveth along
How long in the tooth or
Deep in the bone
To the marrow ?
The crushing of the soul
How many stacked?
Bodies are totalled ?
How many have passed..
Besides
My mother and father
Who will remember?
Who is there to recall
The endless tasks and
Hours
Like stacked bricks
In a wall
Time may not be the villain
Procrastination
And things taken for granted
I will walk upon the soil
When this earth is a dark dead planet
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
Where else to begin
but from a repetitive scene where
light smothering the fractured windshield
is the face of a mother
and the brute agony
of a totalled vehicle, the countenance
of a father?
But which ruin takes its station
amongst all moveless damages?
What narrative to assuage than appall
which has not been drawn before,
say a line to daze the day into genre?
In transit we have no words for it,
nearly giving meaning to a god and
fray itself drunk with a lesson.
What space here remains vacant and is
an invitation to a marred face,
pressing against the upholstery but makes
final its formlessness?
What space is here that sits
with in an acoustic? This silence again and again,
a sign of a spectral dawn again and
again released from what they spit at me
those who are but vigils in pried open yesterdays
decomposing from where I lay with them.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
I swear I didn’t.
Was never my plan to
go brother to brother.
You didn’t need to be so
shocked we fit better than we had
though.
He had months to know me while
you jumped straight with me.
I was walking from him when he stopped me
in my retreat.
Must have known he was losing me since
he grabbed the chance to make us
official in everyone else’s eyes.
He asked you before about it.
About if you had problems with it,
you said no.
Later admitted to me how you were
totalled in shock.
Must have been baffling to hear how
the brother liked the broken girl.
Shocking.
Brother heals girl broken from brother-
what a ******* classic.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
Most nights I cannot sleep
There is no amount of melatonin that could shut my eyes just enough to keep them from breaking back open
Nothing that will wipe my memory clean enough for me to dream on a blank canvas
Most nights I am too taunted by past to imagine the future
Spend the time between laying down and deep sleep
Trying to open every door that was left unlocked
Retracing steps that are far too buried to be seen
Most nights I cannot sleep
Cannot bare to remember every moment I used to wish I'd never forget
Held on to seconds like they would somehow stay
I learned that most people don't
And am so easily haunted by visions of those who didn't
You were the first to leave me breathless and wondering
Hands filled with shards of glass that I wanted to give back to you
Thought maybe you'd come back if you knew how much it hurt to have you leave
I cannot sleep
There are monsters in my closet
Most nights I can drown out their noise
With the volume of late night tv and sitcoms with laugh tracks
But sometimes my thoughts are too loud for even my own head
See the thing is
The monsters in my closet
Do not have multiple eyes and green skin
They wear your smile and smell of marlborro reds
My cigarette of choice
So comforting
That it almost makes me forget that you're not next to me
That you left a long time ago
Said the only reason you stayed in the first place is because you didn't know
How to tell me that I meant nothing to you
Didn't know how to put out a fire started from a match you lit yourself
Never knew how to take the blame for your own mistakes
When you totalled your brand new car on the side of the highway and blamed it on the cracks in the road
You can not rush into things
Speed towards them 80 miles per hour
And then not take account for their injuries
At times I wish you would have left me with bruises and a ****** nose
I've learned physical wounds are a lot easier to explain
It's hard to understand what cannot be seen
I haven't seen you in a year
Do not know where you are now
Or what you do with your time
I don't know if you still smoke
Or if you listen to the same type of music
To be honest
I can't even remember the sound of your laugh
But I do remember most of what you were
When I thought I loved you
Most nights I cannot sleep
But I have reached the point
Where you are no longer in my days
In fact you only show up
Only come out
Only are visible
When the lights are off
And It is dark.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
I remember a joke from when I was a child
Bout a darts match and a bride o Christ
The sister was there collecting alms And praising the lord
Got taken in spirit
Stood a bit close to the board
Two double tops
And one in the fod
The priestess struck down
Right there in the pub
The ref totalled up
And inscribed the scoreboard
One nun dead and eighty
Is that what was scored?
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC