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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.
I have past the point of no return
where apologies have lost there meaning
Where no explanation is needed
because hell has frozen over, and I swear
I saw a pig fly the other night
but perhaps that was just my reflection
bopping down Magnolia Boulevard
watching taillights fade
and counting them like crows
One, then two, and four and eight
Oh I thought, what a burden it is to sleep
and what a wonder it is to wake.
I made a phone call that night too
and said some terrible things
that by way of the universe
I guess I just needed to say.
I am that guy sometimes — not all —
but sometimes pigs do fly.
So this is who I am
I won’t apologize
Good luck out there
If you stop judging it all,
it’s actually quite wonderful.
At the end of the day
I am nothing but
sweat and fat
and bad breath
and poems
strewn out among sage
and corkscrew, lighter, and coffee mug
wine and love for it all
all the things that I have carried
and still carry till this day
another night
another light
twinkling in the Friday night hysteria
of weekend fun
unseen.
There has to be a better way
than all this bitter pain
and suffering that after a while
no longer feels much like
pain and suffering but rather
mute normalcy of the day
which never really fully ends
and on into the night
which never allows for proper sleep.
Perhaps a song will help
my friend, for now
I think it’s for the best.
Dancing with the Devil
I coax his fire
whispering he tells me
I’m a no good liar
stepping on his toe
once than the another
throwing up his hands
as if time has expired
Go says the Devil
be gone come the morn
for I have no use
for you anymore
just promise me this
you’ll never return
fool me thrice said the Devil
and it’s there you shall burn
All right said I
understanding his plight
for giving me up
and back to the night
for even the Devil
must do what is right
as do I now crawling
back to the light.
We are built up of
so many different lives.
Like thieves in the night
we steal bits without telling
those we’ve robbed.
How curious it is that those bits
would be so conveniently
left out for our taking.
How awfully clever too.
Everything is quiet now
in the middle of the day
where misery has settled down
like bricks on my chest lay
and although I can’t make a sound
my voice has gone astray
I will not settle underground
tomorrow I shall wake
to soft sounds of the morning
like loved ones I have lost
reminders that my mourning
is not in vain but just
and in the shadows of my mind
to where I now so lay
forgive me father for I have sinned
relieve me of this day.
it comes in the night
in the morning while waking
it comes with a fright
sometimes without thinking
turns on like a light
or out somewhere drinking
when it does
it soothes with delight.
it comes after noon
in Ubers and cars
it comes now in June
in twilight and bars
I sit with the moon
and contemplate stars
when it does
I’m nearer than far.
it comes in the mourning
and pages of books
it comes without warning
in passerby who
look quiet and boring
it comes quite aloof
when it does, I’m
up on the roof.
it can not be forced
like lovers divorced
it does what it does
with little remorse
it comes like the wind
a powerful force
when it does
I can’t quite explain.
I look at you
like an old friend
someone I haven’t talked to in a while
and with enough time together
you find it odd
how good it feels
to speak again, and again
in the morning and at night
I’m the lull of mid afternoon
taking pieces of my certainty that aren’t yours to have
leading me to remember, why
we stopped speaking
in the first place.
Though you know I’ll listen when you call.
I couldn’t be that cruel.
I
was
tired
angry
and
loony
for
love.
So
you
put
me
in
your
pocket.
While
Meatloaf
sang –
I
bet
you
do
that
to all
the
boys.
Words Of An Average White Male 