Am     E    G
Turn   it   down.
           Am      E             G
There's no time to clown around.
Em                     G
Don't spill any beer,
        Em                             G             (G string bass note, and  strummed chord x3)
And pass another can over here.
      
Am        E            G
Make   Up  Your mind.  
Am.          E            G
Do.. you want to find God?
Em                 G
I've seen his face
       Em                                    G.                        (­G string bass note, and  strummed chord x3)
He's breathing hard, like a runner in a race.

Am        E            G
Turn     off    the light
Am      E                G
Its       time to say goodnight.
    Em                     G
The roads are all clear,
             Em                       G    (G string bass note, and  strummed chord x3)
And we haven't got a care.

C.            G
Get.....  Ready...
        C              ­     G
And pack... your bags...
             C                  G
You're in.... for the best trip...
C              G    (G string bass note, and  strummed chord x3)
Of...your life.

Am      E              G
I......   can't go on this way
Am            E          G
Each and every ******* day
Em                             G
I think I need some-one
            Em                              G   (G string bass note, and  strummed chord x3)
To help show.. me... the way

Take away the pills, I have more.
Oh im not good enough?
Just look at my sister, flithy *****.

So iv developed a few new habits,
Poppin pills, and alcohol. Might as well start lookin for caskets.

They think I do this to numb the pain,
What they dont know is im tryin to remember what it feels like...
Kissing her in the rain.

Last thing I saw before I was tied to this hospital bed, was the last drop of jim beam and the tree branch next to my head.

It's 3 a.m. And I just want to sleep,
Grasping for my pills
These rope burns hurt my feet.

Drugged out prince is what they call me
More like broke loser
Begging to be set free...

You shuffle in
from the kitchen
half stooped over
under the cover
of your nightgown.
Dry lips smeared with Vaseline set in a lazy frown.
Stinking of Vicks vapourub
and oxtail soup steaming from your favorite mug.
Eyelids heavy and more than a little dozy.
Hand reaching for a *** of tissue to blow your dribbling nosy.
With the mug in position you slump on the sofa
propped up with pillows, I've no choice but to move over.
Despite the max level of the central heating
I can see you are still shivering.
A fit of coughing erupts, raw and bone rattling.
There's a wheeze to each breath of your laboured breathing.
Moments pass and then comes the first snore
like an animal staking claim to its **** with a roar.
I carefully remove the mug and fallen tissue
Softly I kiss your forehead and whisper, “Get well soon. I love you.”

Coughing up the phlegm
I've come to realize, this big surprise
no longer can I keep it to myself
Stuff like this can grow inside the body
and it's snotty
but you need to know the facts now for yourself.

and if the sputum's yellow,
be assured that it is viral
but can spiral
into something worse
a curse or so they say
so take the time to rest
and yes,
drink water and some juice
and for a boost,
vitamin C, 1000 mgs
just twice a day.

and by all means
take your cold to Walgreen, Eckerts, CVS, or Rite Aid,
where there's medicines that might aid and I might add
many brands that you can choose from~
Robitussin stops your fussin'
Advil Sinus for your highness,
by and far my favored Nyquil night-time
is the stuff I get my snooze from

if you've got a fever and it's green
you're infected, should be seen
do not delay if it is grey
or other colors of the day
because these bugs are nasty
downright mean!

cozy up with Vicks upon your chest
mentholatum tends to clear the passage best
a little dab will also do
beneath the nares it is true
external balms and lotions help you rest.

a clean humidifier by the bed
keeps the moisture in your tissues
and that said
keep a box of Kleenex near
the softest kind will feel most dear
and place your favorite pillow 'neath your head.

It's good to keep some chicken soup on hand
it's value has been known throughout the land
keep the heat on, be a ***** and
and crack the window just a pinch
and try to sleep as much as you can stand.

in time you will recover from this hell
your symptoms will subside and you can tell
but be sure to keep your guard up,
avoid crowds
and don't be hard up,
just insist they keep their distance,
and stay well!

February 14th
the most overrated day
all cards and candy.
so ******* cliche.
but big companies love it
they think it's the ****
turning a simple day about love into
buy me this! buy me this!

******* hallmark and Hershey and flowers.com
and Vicks Secret think all the money is the bomb
but still we shell out millions and break our collars
only 85% of the time is there sincerity behind the dollars

Love is beautiful, it should be celebrated daily, not once a year
Everyday you should show you care not just so they'll find something **** to wear
so **** Valentine's, **** hallmark, **** cards and candy,
and if I'm single forever for saying this, well that's fine and dandy

Hot Durban nights.
Naked in the pool.
The Blue Waters.
Ebbing.

Next door, my grandfather tried to hold on to. His wife. Thirsty for oxygen. As I slide off the tilting roof, holding its water as it cast me off.
Into the nearby sea.
You muffled my coughs. The taste of Vicks still won't leave my mouth. But it's one of my fondest memories.

(By the bar where the Rwandan directors smoked dope.
Late night discussions the foolish call art.)

You, me and &*^%.
Your tattoos and little *******.
I thought were perfect.
Modelled after martinis we'd never drink.

(My broken phone kept calling Kote.
Kote panicked with this unknown.
Suspicious of coups.)

The hand cloth towel slipped off your body.
The pool water dripping onto the sheets.

(Our saviour in the township on that night we tempted fate, re-enacting rapes, the terrifying 12 left us, and her girlfriend tried to kiss me, alone in the car)

You walked into my hotel room.
Fourth floor.
You took the bible from the draw.
Fourth floor.
You threw it with a flick.
Fourth floor.
Then you ****** my
Fourth floor
And I fell
Fourth floor




asleep.

my mom likes to entertain scenarios
of how her life would’ve been
sans my father
lilah and riley wouldn’t have been here
she raises her eyebrows in disbelief
of the life she’s stuck with
you would’ve had a stepdad and a new step mom

crazy.

divided household and i would’ve
met you still
but not’ve known you..
a boy i knew until i was in 4th grade
maybe weeks on and weeks off at my moms to dads would’ve spared me
from your routine heartbreaks you graciously offer me with a ribbon on top in my
favorite color-
brown
maybe if i had 4 parents they would they have taken me to do my hair when they found out about my
first boyfriend,
curls sizzled to pin straight strands like strained love ties,
the 2 houses glowing as if
it was Christmas
and the 3 magi would be different this time-
in the form of middle aged hispanic women
offering advice on how to make him
immovable
completely entranced with my 14 year old being
wrapped around my nail-bitten-to-the-nub finger
siempre joo need to wear perfumé
the first one said
always wax joo eyebrows y joo piernas- no man likes a hairy girl- es
disgusted
the second broke down
her neck & nose was shiny with vicks
the third eyeing my from across the room
disappointed i turned down
the idea of brujería

Just Venting....

I feel stagnant and fear has become my magnet.  I'm tired of him and he's tired of me. He continuously drains me of my positive energy.

In just a few moments like I was counting from 1 to 3.
And just like that we went from Ecstacy to agony.

I feel everything from everyone and yet from my own feelings I feel Numb.
my heartbreaks, with every breath that I take..... my struggles....., my fears......, and doubt's shout! They are more bold now than ever.

I swear you're just like a pill instead of making me better you keep making me spiritually ill.
I wish my Empathic ways would turn off and go numb so that my heart and soul could no no long feel.
Yet and still, I trust my intuitional forceful power inside of me to know what I feel Is real.
Because  that's one of the powers given to me by the God of Israel.

So Tell me Is it my peace and happiness you are here to steal?
As you Leave me empty like a cup that needs a refill.
And Your words beat me like I am Emitt Till until your energy becomes a ****** weapon  licensed to ****.
Ha! Ha ! Ha ! You must get a thrill
About how you make me feel
you leave me broken with blood pouring on the ground like red juice from From a cup that leaves behind a stained spill.

Some call it a relationship but I called it a situation ship because the only time we can relate is when we situate our feelings long enough to ride the lustful seas with our maghony ships flowing from the currents between our hips.
Then once that's over again you have the nerves to abuse me from the fruit of your lips  
And like fool I continuously drink your poison as I entrancingly take sips.

While as writing this did you sneak and poke holes and then dip? Because this is the sound of a sinking ship.

Until the death of me, will have you strangled like A MC on the mic that he/she grips ready to spit their rhymes ever so slick.
Weighing heavy on your soul like the Weight of a thousand bricks.
Making you feel so sick
You'll be needing some Vicks
And things in your mind will begin click
As the memories of me will beat your brain blow by blow with every single lick.
Remembering when you called me B*h and that I will never be sh*t
the words and images of how you treated me will haunt you like how that ghost is watching you in as it sits
As the time passes and the clock  just ticks.........

Returning with
A plastic bag and
Speckled with the rain
She hears the click
Of the door behind you
And you take off your coat

The patter of her feet
And she slides down the hall
In her favorite fuzzy socks
To greet you with a warm hug
And the smell of Vicks
That will never go away

And you don’t forget
To put water in the soup
(At least this time)
And the kettle whistles
And she mimics it from
The other room

The world is warm
In front of the television
With your favorite movie
Sending changing colors
Across your faces
And her mug of lemon tea

to my little brother:
my hands have rested
on plenty of backs and
never knew the
way a spine could feel like a
hundred mountains,
carrying me home,
until i was
smothering vicks
vaporub
when you got
the flu

tender childhood piraguas
pinchos
borinquen place
bbqs on the sidewalk
ice from the dollar store
gleaming on our necks till the
skin glows green
knee scrapes
Vicks to solve all
problems thoobies and
missing bobby pins under
rugs a neighborhood i’ve never-
yet always known, a glimpse of it and
it takes me back the cousin
always spiking my
Malta the **** that never
leaves the kitchen the smaller
cousins that lived in the park around
the block
the older cousin
that was always on
the phone with a different
boy, and kept a blanket over
the body mirror and refused to
explain why, we’d get a
shipment from our
family de la isla
mangoes
aguacates and
quenepas fly out
the box while everyone
calls dibs and i’m home.

I have time on my hands
I also have 'Vicks'
ha, but
( this is not a line to rhyme)

I get up to old tricks until
the ibuprofen kicks in and
there's
not a lot of street cred' in that

Perusing 'Mims' is a whimsy
when it's not a necessity  
and it could be the death of me
( by a book in the library )
Cluedo!
get it?
no ?
you will,
there's a lot of it going around

Life after seventy five is Que Sera Sera,
No complaints,
Whatever will be, will be.
Instead of box of chocolates,
A box of medicine,
Almost time again to don the pampers,
Anytime you can leak if you leave the house for long period.
Pain is a part and parcel of your life,
Joint pains,
Back pains,
Chest pains,
Vicks vaporub a necessity like your toothbrush,
Rub some on the affected part and move on.
Don't worry,
Aids are there to assist you,
Hearing aids
Walking sticks,
Dentures,
Knee caps
Wheel chair.
Make the most of life,
Que Sera Sera,
Whatever will be will be,
Life story will come to an end.
29/4/2021

searching for my Souwester,
long Johns and a string vest, a
dab of Vicks and in forty licks
I'm out in the rain.

I wish you could stay just awhile longer
4 months is such a short period of time for glossed lips and sun kissed skin
Fun in the sun and splish splash in the pool
All night barbeques under twinkling lights, good music and the company of fire flies
I am no fan of getting the perfect tan but the sun on my face is always pleasant
I am not ready to trade in my flowing skirts for woolly pants
Tie up my wavy locks and shove them under the mass of cotton and wool
Being under dressed works but all those layers are ******
Don’t wanna say good bye to flip flops, dainty slippers and flats, showcasing off the perfect pedicure and slender ankles
Box off anklets and belly chains
Move away from last minute plans, and dates just because the weather is fantastic and he couldn’t really come up with a better reason to want to spend time with you
No longer finding the time to link arms with an old time lover and walk down a path that hasn’t been traveled for quite some time now
Dismiss the temptation of indulging in frozen treats to please the tongue and childish spirits
Its no fun to fish in the cold
No one will be looking for berries in the snow
Sunblock will be taking a rest while lip balm steals the show
It will be the season for vicks vaporub and  Vaseline soon
Summer romance will be dead and we will all have to settle for runny noses and frost bites next
Colourful leaves stuck to sneakers
Worms just starting to wake up
Rain for days
Who can forget the slushy snow!

Life is funny,
I had two lovers,
I had to choose one.
I told each one I was going away for a few days,
A said,"Be safe.God be with you."
B got mad at me.
I chose A, he was a partner.
To B I was a possession.

I got myself admitted into the ICU,
Had the nurse Whats app  I was dying.
Wanted to find out who really cared for me.
Some relatives could not wait for the Will to be read.

Don't talk much,
That day I talked incessantly,
Only mum and dad sat and listened,
They always love you with your flaws.

My five year old son is a terror,
Has a mind of his own,
I  was feeling low,  had a headache, my body ached,
My son came into the room,
Rained me with kisses,
Smeared Vicks on my head and feet,
Snuggled  close to me,
"Mama don't be sad.
I'll be good. We need you."

Nearing life's final chapter,
Spent in anguish and banter.
Face wrinkled like a walnut,
Teeth lost to chocolates "Wholenuts."
Age advancing,
Death approaching,
Alarmed, pining.
Delicate,fragile,
Tired,spent,a forced smile,
Uninvited aches in joints,
Body with Vicks Vaporub and oils
anoints.
Thrusting self forward,
Gratitude,hands heavenward.
25/10/2019

love can be annoying
vicks vaporub does the trick
stops husband's loud snores.
8/6/2020