A close friend, is what I considered you. Your words left me a state of doubtful shock. Your words you uttered without much ado: “Really? That’s surprising, we hardly talk.” --- The demon The demon who’s arms splay out to reach you. The demon who has caught so many before. The demon who will catch so many after. The demon who does but not out of malice, but because the demon does. The demon who leaves you withered, tired, alone. The demon who you look at. And wonder if. The demon you ask to slow its pace. The demon you try to outrun, and grows closer. --- v Financialization. To take what is and make it worse Abundance, to ration. With sleight of hand I fill my purse. Woe in pain, sick nation. Charged once and paid the fee as well. Keep your sense, keep your cents. For should you slip I shall take all. And do without pretense. --- Those who whisper Did you hear about that woman? And the things people said? Did you see her life misshapen? And see the tears she shed? Your useless chatter is a blight. And nonsense you hold close. When behavior is the topic: I still hate you the most. --- Interesting One must take caution with boredom. For interest, one yearns. To fill voids of your life-full gaps. Who asks is he who learns. Hold twisted bowels and claws knife sharp. Being beaten, one could. There are many ways life unfolds. And few considered good. --- Rocks Growling, rumbling. Murmurs below. Before a mountain crest. Sinking, falling. Into darkness. Me, the unwelcome guest. --- The scapegoat It could solve all of our problems. If only it were gone. And when captured, we humbly ask: Hanged, quartered, and then drawn. No greater joy for the coward. The stupid, and the dull. No greater fear for innocents. Our great city of null. --- Truth Seeker I have formed my own opinion. Knowledge water. Mind, wet. Seeker of truth, lover of facts. I speak it, and they fret. I know I’m right because I am. And even I agree. That if you were able to think. It would be clear to see. I’m never wrong, the world is wrong. It’s twisted and disturbed. I know I’m right because I am. I never am perturbed. Rejoice! Reality lovers! The world is much more clear. Who knew that all of life’s secrets conformed to my idea?! --- Nails Always thinking of my toe nails. I think of them all day. Growing. Feeling. Sensing. Tingling. I must rip them away. --- The Machine Whizzing churning, buzzing, crushing. The machine carries on. Guts and bowels spill onto the earth. What was once has now gone. --- HEAT The cold metals now burn when touched. Ash lingers in the air. A drenched shirt on the workings’ back. The Sun makes one’s skin rare. No reprieve from gusting hot winds. Even shadows shall sweat. A bold orange sky conquers all. Summer collects her debt. --- THE MAN AT THE DESK You find me cruel, this I do know. For order is my name. Without me your world would decay. You’d have yourself to blame. So dot your I’s and cross your T’s. Everybody does it. A rigid cube is what I crave. Inside, I make man fit. --- HONCHO Loud yelling from behind thin walls. With a berating tune. Threats. Insults. Anger. Your colors. One thinks: “Let them die, soon.” --- Walking through ones own house as a stranger. Nothing important stands out. Staring into reflections only brings confusion. No opinions. No purpose. Senseless. Life or death? One can’t be sure. A distinction without a difference Dissolving into the air. Fizzing. --- Getting up in the dead of night. Wiping off old mucus. Carry you everywhere I go. Your forehead I will kiss. --- THE CROW Sudden bird screeching fills the sky. I turn to it and see. A crow perched upon a roof top. A nestling in its beak. --- Swery65 Amazing ideas, Starts. Premise. That quickly falls apart. Why can’t he ever get it right?! SWERY!!!! You break my heart!!! --- Sores. Every adjustment is vital. One inch gives and it takes. One must turn sides every hour. Hard floors, where the back breaks. --- FINGERS Ten fingers I see in a row. With, fat, tendons, and veins. Bones. Flesh, flowing blood, and wrinkles. What they have done, brings pains. --- THE MOTH A moth aimlessly did flap wings. Unknown that here it cannot leave. A bathroom becomes this moth’s tomb. What can I do but grieve? --- HALF DEAD The small click in the dead of night. The gust of wind that howls. The thud that keeps one wide awake. The thoughts that twist the bowels. --- SYCOPHANT Whose soul so dark, they can deny clear tragedy? Whose heart so coiled around itself, they can excuse any crime? Could one say or do, Something to lead you astray from wickedness? Or are you too cowardly to face reality? Is it safer for your pride to live in delusion? Or fill your pockets with coins? It is heavier on the soul to be an accessory. Rather than, for a moment, gullible. --- BLOOD It’s never there when you need it. An eternal let down. It’s there when you never want it. In its presence, you drown. --- The little magpie. A magpie squawks at its parents. Demanding for a meal. The parents peck the grass to eat. He soon joins in with zeal. --- An idiot’s mantra He’ll promise you riches. With a long term plan. It’s a matter of faith Just look at his wealth. He’ll forget to pay. He’ll add 10 more years. But he wouldn’t lie Just look at his wealth. His hair not his. His temper poor. So what if he’s hated? Just look at his wealth. He makes his problems yours and then will create more? Yet it makes him money, Just look at his wealth. He talks to people with terrible pasts? The ones you’d never dream of talking to? but we wont pay it any mind. Just look at his wealth. Shouting into a void of yes men? Speaks not of flowers or of life? I prefer when it mocks the critics. Just look at his wealth. For it is coin I shall judge a man. Not his character, his promises kept. Neither his actions nor his length of damages. Not his familial relations or wrongs to others. For when one man can accrue such riches. Is not everything else Unimportant? --- Words of the weasel Obviously, it’s clear to see. It’s just reality, I agree. Some people say it’s common sense. our views are right, are you dense? Just use your brain, for a second. It’s clear as day, I do reckon. Analogy can, does, and will explain it all. And so we dance in the weasel hall. --- Things. Is the item an object? Or the object an item? Does it fit into your hand? Can it be placed into hands? Is it large or small? Which one is bigger? Are there objects in your mind? Or items in your thoughts? Is one heavy? Is one light? Or do they weigh the same? Does it have a purpose? Or a memory? Is an item a keepsake, while an object can become trash? Or is the object of your desire, more special than mere items? Perhaps they are all things. That shall soon blow away. But while they are still around, Objects and items we like to hold. --- Bathrooms Scrubbing grime and rubbing tiles. Wipe the taps, and the drain. Let it sit there for just a week. And clean it all again. --- Temporary Measures “It will be just for a while.” “It is to keep you safe.” This cage, my cell, is unpleasant. On sore necks it does chafe. --- The ant The little ant runs along the surface of a sidewalk. Who follows the scent before her. Knows not the approaching walker. whose foot will be her death. A random lot of actions. That did bring it forth. Neither malice nor anger. It simply was. Wrong place or time? Who can say. Were they human we’d dig a grave. Were they human the walker would be loathed. But an insect she was. And so we shrug. --- What you can’t speak of. The fainthearted speak not of it for it is too hard. The ignorant stay so lest they be charred. The sympathizer says it’s not as bad as it seems. The advocate claim it necessary to achieve his dreams. --- Inside me. Green trails just beneath my flesh. How much I hate them so. They make me sick to my stomach. My blood pulses with flow. I feel the bones in my body. I feel the muscles too. I feel the tendons move around. The knife digs to cut through. --- Indulgence. So bad for me, covered in cheese. A sauce atop a dough. Some meat and bell peppers of course. My fat belly does grow! --- Knowing someone To know someone. Is to either enjoy or suffer their presence. To know someone deeply. Is to both enjoy and suffer their presence. --- The top row of the closet All the things up in my closet. That aren’t used every day. One considers removing them. One the mind they do weigh. However a time soon shall come. I take it down for use. And cherish the fact I have it. With it I do profuse. --- Creatures The creatures who are addicted Are creatures of habit. And his surroundings will own him. Both pauper and abbot. --- Vipers A pit of petty vipers. Bite each other in the den. A life of being gripers. Will never obtain their zen. --- Ducks in a row All my little ducks in a row. I’ll watch them thrive, I’ll watch them grow. But should I turn my head a mo’. I’ll wonder where those ducks did go. --- F. This damn dog. Pisses on the floor. So I mop. Pets are such a chore. --- Boot A boot no longer worn on feet. A hole burst at the seam. Gains life as a valued door stop. And held in high esteem.
