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There’s a lone bird
chirping somewhere unseen
and a cold gentle wind
scratching at my knee,
it’s the crack of dawn
sunrise
another day I’ll see,
and though my throat hurts
my ankle weak
I too sing a little tune
with that lone bird
just to let him know
I hear him.
While someone’s tightening the belt
strapped firmly around the throat
and another’s sporting her crown of thorns
trailing hoots and hollers towards hell
there’s a man dressed casual
waiting for the bus, and it’s cold
and he’s dancing with himself
and he’s smiling, sadly so am I.
I can say I failed
Or
I can say it worked out
just as it was supposed to
And
her and I can move forward
knowing our paths weren’t meant to cross
Again
the past is all we had in common
and well, the past must be laid to rest.
Sleep well my friend
until then
I wish I hadn’t been so mean
But
I wish you only the best,
even though I’m sure that’s hard to believe.
constantly tinkering
toying in turn
churning and yearning
and combing inward
what does it mean
I haven’t the urge
just sort of liked
this rhythm of words
Even in times of peace
the war unseen
rages on inside
someone, somewhere
like a match
full of absolute sulfur
just a spark
heard yet never seen
felt like a ghost
in the corner of the eye
ready to strike
and oh how it does,
oh how it haunts.
A large portion of
poetry is spam.
But I don’t eat that stuff,
at least not until I get to see Hawaii
then who knows?
I hear, fried with an egg, it’s good.
When in Rome, you know;
when in Rome.
Nobody
gets out of there own way
they just get in the way of others
watch, listen, blend in
and you’ll see.
Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde
unleashed by use of potion
as swift as light
as evenings cloak
a wrecking ball in motion
of skin and flesh
a heart so dark
devoid of all emotion
it’s midnights grip
from which I hide
and seek to cure
this strange compulsion
like many men
before my time
who tried to rid the notion
of good and evil
within one mind
a harlequin commotion
where in the end
come banging fists
as silent screams approach him
to slay the monster
from within
the cure his own expulsion
and in plain clothes
lay to rest
Hyde in Jekyll’s clothing.
If you take comfort
in the fact that
each day
each person you encounter
is their own personal
nervous wreck
than I think this whole life thing
full of strange responsibility
and odd accountability
just gets a little easier,
a little more bearable.
It was raining cats and dogs
when she spoke in
semi colons &
claustrophobia.
I’m glad you’re here,
she said.
I told her that
I was glad that she was too.
So we continued our
run on sentences &
admiration a while longer
before settling on goodbye.
It had stopped raining
and the sun was coming out.
As for the cats and dogs
they lay sleeping sound.
Words Of An Average White Male 