Fee-fi-fo-fum
giants
aren’t always
GIANT —
little one
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Fee-fi-fo-fum
giants
aren’t always
GIANT —
little one
Curtains
in the window
breathe
just as we do
So stop
once and a while
and watch
It’s surprising really
what they have
to offer
Something different
for everyone
only if you care
to listen
Dying
Everything
Everyone
Always dying
Dead
And gone
People live
People die
And die
And on
For what is life
Without death
Knowing this
tiny secret, that
In death
there too
Is life.
Just the right
amount of whiskey
can make a poor man rich
and a rich man poor
it all just depends on
who’s asking for more.
You can love somebody
anybody
unconditionally
but the one thing you can’t do
is change them. You can’t
make them who you wished
they would be, although
yes it’s there
that certain something
always shining
like a diamond in the rough
sparkling is their beauty
but only for a moments glance
before it’s lost again.
God how I wish I could tell them
of everything that I see within them
of all mine and their desires fulfilled
though they wouldn’t believe me
for they couldn’t see themselves
like I see
their souls burning in denial
wanton and wild
whether it be love or vile
you can love somebody
anybody, but
you can’t change them.
Not really.
All you can do is tell them how you feel.
So tell them.
Chances are
they feel that way too.
There is a fine line
between
kicking the habit
and kicking yourself
but don’t kick yourself,
kick the habit.
And if you can’t
then kick this can.
Kick it as far as you wish
but understand
that a can is just a can
and a habit is just a habit
but you, yourself, and I
are much stronger
than all that, and well
it’s so strange how
we are so much more
than we care to admit.
Ugh it makes me sick.
But there’s a fine line and
it all just depends
on who’s who
and what you choose
to live for.
The habit?
or
Yourself?
What’s important though
is to recognize
the difference in both.
You should cleanse, she said.
Pouring my whiskey
neat
Well that’s what I’m doing, I told her.
Giving me a knowing glance
that one’s on me, she said.
And this one, I told her
is on them,
pointing at our reflection behind the bar.
She thought that was funny.
Laughing together
was enough.
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.
The people who know people
know people who know people
who no people know. Not even
the people who know the people
k–no–w the people no.
Don’t be fooled.
Don’t be gullible.
Don’t be wise.
Just k–no–w.
Something is in the air today
And it’s not bad or good
Insidious perhaps
In fact I can hardly feel it
But it’s there, breathing
Be cautious whispers wind
Down the curvature of my spine
Into my core, something
Yes something is in the air today