Strange now being so far away
from the fully filled space of our
dear mother's long, roosted nest
a place of nephews, nieces, cousins
and such, great aunts and uncles
why the whole family treed bunch
were everyday made easy pickings
Poems
I'd been kidnapped by a dark energy from outer space
it wrapped me in tin foiled soil, then pushed up and out
the intention felt very sincere yet harshly cruel and kind
I leapt from babe to dust bone ash in the blink of an eye
becoming the seeds to browning flowers as seen before
the momentum carried my skin to an eon wrinkled shore
where geologic ticks hid time lapsed photography of me
I've a pinching in my chest
causing worries and unrest
but as a long procrastinator
and a devil's just don't carer
I'll let chances meet the odds
and become the slop of hogs
I wanna grope you but I can't 'cos it's a salt
I want your touch, but you won't sans the fees,
As Epstein I'd have just made homemade porno
Directing 18, "now drop down upon your knees."
Our brains are like fruit, encased in a rind
popping as melons released from up high
or crushed by soft feet of a toed elephant
when provoked by the silly silliness of me
I pleasantly surprised Mitch today,
as I've always been mentally weaker
and we had another disagreement,
a little dip into the stinging, salty sea
of missed understanding, yes fell we
surely did upon the tar pits of sinking
patience and aggravating, stinking old
habits, but a lifeline vine of emotionally
fine love, forgiveness, total acceptance
saved us from another painful parting
and we pulled ourselves from that mess.
This nice moment Mitch waited years for
and surprise, surprise, surprise, he has it!
You tit, me tat
Switcheroo
Hard hat
Me tit, you tat
About-face
Combat
We tit, all tat
Doubleback
True dat
Say there ain't no Jesus here to help you
ye stupid ignorant white pieces of trash
that thought in your head's not even real
just a dumb relic from the fairy tale past
The lie spread as a wildfire out of control
ensnaring aboriginal naivete by its throat
you converted all to your pale loving Jesus
as they came off in chains from your boat
No mas now insane ones, time only for facts
the status quos of your fake gods are through
pull heads out of sand, look into a microscope
embrace pure science as the one gospel truth
Hush now, and await the trice
Biding at the curtain call
Toss the devil-may-care dice
One last time before you fall
Hush now, and shake off the fear
Rising in the pale whist light
Lamp the tableaus now so dear
At the gate of your good night
Hush now, and embrace the dark
Calling from the nearing shore
Couch in peace upon the hark
Of dead air forever more
A poem a day keeps the doctor away
so this my new challenge I'll accept,
not a thing to do better for me anyway
and I fully wager I'll accomplish my bet
I can't say some poems won't be rubbish
of course, as quantity often kills quality
yet I can guarantee some should amuse
because there's literary greatness in me!
My identical twin Mitchell, bless his heart, is an old soul too
I like it when he writes or says words that give me a feeling
any emotion will do, my only requirement is that it's genuine
sometimes he serves up humor, which I adore, but many days
he hits the human condition on the head, and I experience awe
at all times though, whenever he shares these fine gifts with me
I sense an overwhelming awareness of how much I love the man.
