Made it out when I was in made it in when I had no chance to get out made it over when so tired I couldn't climb made believe when I couldn't face reality made up stories to hide my lying made for heaven god called him when she was dying made a pact with a demon once on a hunch just trying anything made a child made my ex-my child's mother stop loving me made her come back and made myself stop wanting her then made a roof for strays four two one legged whatever made food when hunger growled growled back at my stomach when cupboards bare made paintings I wished approached beauty the way the sky soared and forests stood mere characatures mocking nature made hymns songs love once made tears when she left me alone made this just to remember how I've made it this far
Made mad by the journey and glad I saw everything

I love you.

No,
No ordinary cat
Was he,
No, fluffy ginger haired
Scruffy Maine **** uncut
Hitchhiking burrtailed
Loved to get cuddled
Disappear for two weeks
I almost give up
Always hungry
Purr at the drop
Of a hat
chase four legged
Females around
Call like his nuts
caught in a vise top
Of a cats lungs pierce
eardrums
Neighbors
Call 911
I told him to shut hell up
A thousand times
But he'd  'tween roaming
Eating calling
Climbing the oak for some
Winged thing or
Tormenting a ******
Helpless cricket
He'd  found on the weeds
Catch me asleep
On the couch passed
Totally out from
Drinking
And think
It's such a good night
What a great idea
Perfect time
To love on dad
All night.
Until my eyes opened
He'd lick my eyelids
Forehead
Ears my chin.
God ******* ****,
I miss him

Forever Endeavour

so dearest,
Is time on the
Highway
Blurring black tar
With white lines,
Eyes melding
With lids,
Trying to cling to
The quest,
A song of the rubber
On miles
Keeping beat with
Sirius xm,
A memory of your golden
earring
burning a hole in
My chest ,
Overpassing rest stops
Petrol stations
Cows in the fields,
Such lonely looking
trees bare,
A message in the air,
The sun on the horizon,
Just driving
To you,
there.

Feel I do
Feel like a serial killer at times
Fingers of mine tensing
Carotid arteries of an analogy
Squeezing warmth out of dead bodies
Of psalms into
Saying a prayer
Even though I'm agnostic
In case
And drastically overstating my case
Tasking a metaphor to
Gasping last breath blue
On the edge of a cliff
Just push over
The blood of the simile
Dripping
The flesh
rotting dead on a rock
The dangling dread
circles above
Overhead like
Vultures
I do

I am scant a savant and know it
I do I am just a wannabe poet
A shrew a devotee of
Poe and others
I wish for their talent
And notoriety
At a loss for words
Occasionally I just
Go ahead
And make them up
Dream up a verb
Ending in q
or a noun with no subject
I do
And shame is a good
Descriptive word
Adjective or adverb
I think I am sane
As I digress nightly
into a colored light fest
Of  was crayoned
flesh
On the canvas