"warranties" poems
And I will make sure that if anything were to happen,
It would do little to affect you.
It's not everyday
You find a goose that lays eggs
With speckled jewels and golden flakes
The world is full of incongruity
And there's no doubt about the certainty
That something bad may happen,
And we don't want that, do we?
So listen carefully.
The world is a giant carboniferous spicule
Hanging in a nest of hydroxic gas and particulae
Spinning within the gaps of a blackened dome
Of limitless space and out of control
There is no telling what way it will go
There is no prediction that has fortold
Any number of moments in this tumbling slumber
Between the darkest hell and the further horizon
I so deftly advise you with all certification
To please place your bets and fly by echolocation
Your eyes will mislead, your ears will displease
And there is no way we can refund divine warranties
This machinery
has a half life of quarks
And energies that vibrate into other orbits
Trajectories
Retaining the spin and informative piece
Of that golden goose let loose amongst the canopy
Of dark,
off into neverland, straight on
Till new morning,
Beyond the stars
So please good sir don't migrate away from me
I have so much to give and such pain I have seen
Those that fatten their goose with **** till it quacks,
Those ravenous souls who ate their gift for a snack,
And when life finally cuts them down to their last,
They will howl and yowl and pray that goose back.
This is a game,
Have a good little laugh
Don't waste your time or your money
On a daffy Aflack
Policy that keeps you policed to the earth,
No way to fly,
Stuck in the dirt.
That is no way to live in the dream,
That is no way to let death trickle in
So please, pretty please, make sure you have coverages
And a couple extra dollars in the pocket of those jeans
Wander freely, you great big atomic bomb, you.
Do catastrophic damages and I'll pay your dues.
Ride the road coast to coast,
Fly a bird 'round the world,
Take a truck till you're home,
Find a love you can trust.
Find a place where your egg
And your legs seek nowhere else
Lay down those roots,
It's Eden or bust.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
I don't have a filing cabinet,
I've emptied all the drawers;
Lugged it through my clearing house,
Then gleefully through the door.
The **** thing's out for pick up.
Each drawer was filled with files:
Insurance forms for cars and bikes,
Gone this long while;
Health receipts for healthy lives,
Warranties and refund lies,
Transcripts from a former life,
Lesson plans and records,
Some pics of you and me.
All shredded, bagged and tightly tied,
And ready for the street.
I'm finding some relief.
If only I could do the same
With memories of you.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:27 AM UTC
Man in the long black coat
as ominous as the Dylan song.
Eyes with wild abandon
Hurricanes happenin’ in them eyes.
Flicking a half-smoked cigarette
into a ***** puddle.
Sizzle of extinguishment
the sound of his life.
The dark cobblestone streets quiet, for once.
His cowboy boots keeping him surprisingly warm,
despite the November cold.
He stands at the crossroads.
If the devil came to make a deal,
he wasn’t sure he could say no.
“Lead me not to temptation.”
too late.
Stories of stuff, not people filled his head.
He found people broke more than stuff.
Warranties.
A whole department there to pay you back.
He lit up again.
Surrender to addiction
Just let it take you.
The nicotine rushed to his head and he exhaled,
feeling a little bit better
than 30 seconds ago.
He thought of the girl at the bar.
God, she could have passed as her twin.
Thinking of her was like
being hit by a battering ram
over and over again.
Crushed chest,
Crushed soul.
Again, he flicked the half-smoked cigarette away.
The cold November night,
The only one joining him tonight.
She’s not coming.
She never was.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Wars have no warranties.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
May 14, 2023
May 14, 2023 at 1:34 AM UTC
What stands guaranteed?
The moon's drifting away, oh
inconstant cosmos.
Gravity fights us,
taxes come due, boys will ******
some things are certain.
What about love? We
need extended warranties
for consumer faith.
Permanent pressed
love - no crumpled hopes
- investor safety.
“Love bonds”, or "emo-
care?” No worry, we’ll find a
marketable name...
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
Up, tinkering in the shop,
I wanted to hear the whirr of that engine
To feel the power of it's presence,
To pry open this casing,
Void warranties
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
I'm not the product you sought to buy. My "I've been used by dates" shows I should have been expired.
Yet still here on the shelf
stuffed to the back down the wrong aisle
my label is illegible but they still try to place me with their sloppy stocking hurting me more
All the scars becoming just damage to the packaging voiding warranties and wants of me.
Take me on discount.
I'm a steal.
All my values plundered
But never brought home.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
Someone that I cared for
Once asked my favorite word.
I didn’t have an answer then,
But now I do.
Tomorrow is a word that rings,
A bell whose sound we chase and try to catch.
Through the years we follow,
It’s echoes full of hope and full of fear.
Tomorrow makes no promises,
No warranties on joy;
An accident, a tragedy,
Could be beyond this night.
But though I know that this is true,
And sadness comes for all,
Tomorrow too could hold the door
For my future self
That joyful woman I hope to be
Once all is right that can be fixed.
And so I chase tomorrow’s ringing,
Clear and pure through the nights of time,
And I know that soon the night will end,
And she’ll wait for me at tomorrow.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC