Distractions of Love

Ah, the distraction of love!

When you're here I'm swimming
flooding my heart, full of giving.
Nestled in the warmth of your throat;
gurgled and wet

And, what about the romance?!

The sweet smell of musk and rose.
The reverie that curls my toes.
LOVE, how you pull me to your breast
and feed me ounce by ounce, nutritiousness.

Rainbows

Wishy-washy, brain so foggy, decision maker, procrastinator-

My ego vs my id, fighting against the lid, to get out first and bid-

I wish they were all black and white, these complex choices and their plight, but man, am I a sucker for a rainbow

Ticky-tacky, brain so wacky, piss and moaner, dunced in corner

Where the answers lie, or tell the truth to vie, for my attentive side

I wish they were all black and white, these complex choices and their plight, but man, am I a sucker for a rainbow

Sorely gnarly, brain so tardy, absent minded, heart defiled and-

What existence do we try, if it matters not, then why cry?

I wish they were all black and white, these complex choices and their plight, but man, am I a sucker for a rainbow

Moonshine Clothesline

Your clothes dry by moonshine, on the line they hang. But thunder storms can wreck what's worn. Oh sun! You vengeful wang! ....it's hard to rhyme with hang :-/

Cycle Each Other

You always made your little hearts broken for me, I remember, always made with a B.

I thought it was cute at first. Then, I thought, he doesn’t know how to love me.

So I loved you even harder for that.

Now I see you’ve gotten the hang of things. Your hearts are perfectly made, the right way around,      this time around. Except these hearts aren’t for me. They are for she, made with a 3.

I always made my little hearts broken for you, I remember, always made with a B.

You thought it was cute at first. Then, you thought, she doesn’t know how to love me.

So you loved me even harder for that.

Now you see I’ve gotten the hang of things. My hearts are perfectly made, the right way around, this time around. Except these hearts aren’t for you, They are for he, made with a 3.

Every time I blink, you’re a different photograph

Open (emotionally)

Open

White abounding

Close

Open

Hair strands tangled together, tangy

Close

Open

Your eye peak

Close

Open

Your eye, shut, but watching

Close

Open

Your hand on mine, fingertips kissing

Close

Open

Close

Close (proximity)

Close. (emotionally)

Tomorrow

Tomorrow
the end of today

the end of the year

the end of love
the end of loves lost

the end of grieving for people, passion, and poetry

the end of burying my head in the sand

the end of pretending

the beginning of something fresh, like vegetables and water

the beginning of developing relationship capabilities

the beginning of doing what I feel
the beginning of really feeling what I’m doing

the beginning of a new, more improved me consisting of:

reflection

caution
-less?

Development

Symmetry

Warmth

Thought

The ability to dive head first, no whammies, and being ready for the consequences

to not succumb to macbeths soliloquy, to control my bouts of apathy and to fully personify the notion that i am living.

i am REALLY living.

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

Little Red Whisker

though, almost impossible to see

my little red whisker makes a mockery of me



its so damn small

the hair won't split

if it would just grow out

i could get to it



and alas no one will help me

i've asked everyone in town

but no one returns a small favor

for someone who begs from the ground



the barber thinks i'm crazy

my mama turned out her light

and everyone i have met lately

seems to think my whisker ain't right



so i fumble with my little fore finger

its stubbly tune i still play

and if it never gets any bigger

i'll know it was put there to stay