my Scratching post
The birthday that was supposed to be never will.
Gone before u came,
left before light caught your eye.
It’s empty,
like a day without minutes.
Time
without fleeting.
A stand still.
Holding for nothing
when everything’s happened.
To much for so little,
emotions,
tears
caravans of wonder,
truck loads of not understanding.
Tomorrow will never come
and that is hard to grasp.
To blunt,
sharp cuts,
shouldn’t be holding on,
but there is no way of letting go.
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Paranoia sets in and drinks a beer,
produces a buzz,
enough to kill sobriety.
That’s all it takes is one,
to set the coaster looping.
Spinning in and out,
up and down,
through worm holes,
and tunnels of hidden moles.
Drunkard, like the man on the comedy quiz,
add it quick before it drifts away.
into something else.
Another space,
creased back in a book of bargains.
The penny saver only provokes me to spend.
Glycerin and tongue spray keep things clean.
Drip dry like salad dressing
Hungry and crisp,
like a hundred dollar bill.
Spend me quick,
before I too dissolve.
Needles to say,
more will come.
But not in the flow,
with supported income.
Friends are enemies,
they know to much already.
Cut ties,
they enjoy your suffering.
This brings me to reality,
shown contraband,
of your own miserable existence.
We all stay tuned to watch.
I am hopeless in the wallowing,
The style of the enemy,
we emerge from the shallow puddle of vanity.
...Ye shall not screw thy neighbors bitch!
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Hairpin equivalent to acupuncture,
need to relieve a bit of pressure.
Tension in the cooker,
the whistles blowing,
and the lids about to blow.
Take control of the lion,
stack him on a pedestal.
Kept like a trinket,
in mothers armoire.
No don’t touch it!!!
The value in uncanny.
Invaluable,
is possible.
If any,
that’s what I say.
Diverse criticism,
from a flagellant source.
Wait,
I smell bacon in the one.
Do you have to talk so loud?
I mean,
stand so close.
I’m frustrated because my focus is fucked.
Dismantled uncalibrated,
nothings in tune or time.
I need that mallet,
to smash it apart,
and start anew.
Fresh in the glossy
the produce section not the deli
Waxed apples
Ginger pairs
Prunes so sheen
you can see yourself in them.
I made it a date,
So vain
and called it a night.
Curled back autumn hair
clicked in barrette
fasten in place
There,
and no where else.
A foot note from BM,
ok so what did I say about not posting poems? Yeah well with out them I feel i don't have much else to say.
I am such a rebel!!!!!
