Ms. Understood
You cross my way
Wafting mind waves
Minding crossed paths in passing
As a passerby would
A friend
Head down smile up-peeking through
You’re not shy enough to be sly enough
To be misunderstood.
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Highway Drive
A long, slow pull on some weed…..
then a few more….
then i saw it
first a leg where the road should be
then another
then a horse with nothing where its hind legs should be
still alive and screaming
sweating and writhing
dying
but not quickly enough
the tormented soul of this tortured beast
collided with mine
i had no choice
i had to vomit
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Weekly Reader
See Jack join the army
Jane is sad that he is leaving
Jane loves Jack, and cannot understand why he must go
See Jane kiss Jack goodbye with tears in her eyes
And a little fear too
See Jack meet new friends in the army
Ted and Bill are Jack’s friends
Jack and his new friends travel to foreign places
And they meet the strange people that live there
Many of these people are not happy About Jack, Ted, and Bill being among them
A few of these people have bad thoughts about Jack, Ted and Bill
Jack and his friends leave their camp on patrol
They are looking for people intent on doing them harm
Jack thinks about Jane in the dream he had last night
They were laughing, and he danced with her radiant smile
Jack missed Jane more than he could find the words to say
The patrol rolled on with no particular destination
Around the next bend, and up over the ridge
See the explosion just to the left of Jack’s vehicle
It is very bright, and louder than you can imagine
Jack can no longer hear anything
But Jack can see that Bill is no longer moving in the back seat
Jack cannot find his friend Ted
Jack sees only a ruthless stain next to Bill
There is a second explosion near Jack’s vehicle
Jack knows, in that moment, that he will be still forever
Jack is no longer moving
See how still they all are
The postman places the bundle of mail in the slot in the door
Amongst mail to sort from PW Super, offers of credit, and the Penny-Saver
Jane sees the letter
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The last call of Cukdukoo
i lay there waiting…
for the final blow…
that will set things equal…
and let me go.
i could smell the blood …
that my dearest lost…
the pleasure of few…
was thier life’s cost …
you will cut my head…
and chop me to peices…
then boil me in water…
and cook me in spices…
i don’t know any thing …
that i just said …
as my brain is small…
and my head is red…
but i can still feel the pain…
and see my death calling out loud…
as you prepare to make your supper…
i prepare to scream and shout…
i could not run from the truth i am…
i was born for a one night show…
the knife cuts my neck in two..
and i am dead, there you go…
cukdukoo…cukduuuuuuu…
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My wedding dress
White and voluminous,
It is made polyester.
The designer sew the small pearls,
onto the dress.
I tried on one, two, and three.
the final one,
were my preference.
I liked it precisely.
But I cared not forever.
I walk lofty down the street,
suchlike peacock fluttering my behind.
I had a exact long pearly tail.
It was a stifling day,
It didn’t quite get dirty.
the crowds all cheer at the house.
The majestic hour has begun,
I prance on the ship.
I were the prettiest lady,
of the day.
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For You
Settling in to the lowlands
I could see your hair
blowing around and up and over
translucent photos
She took them
and she knows.
She cannot be around you.
I walk the plank
I throw it overboard
pictures that were never shot
entangled nights we never spent
all wrapped up in my memory
they call it psychosis
but I know you are real
and I can touch you
if I want to.
She baked us bread and then left us alone.
I could taste you
and then I could swallow you whole
and you would be a part of me
but you are the best of me
and you bring out the worst in me
and if I erase it all
I will still be alone.
I ask you to stay with me
and she simply does not hear
I whisper
do you hear it?
Changing is the sea
and changing is not like me
but I would change for you.
Next to you I am exposed
for all I am
and all I am not.
I travel the lowlands
you sit in the sand
you hold out your hand
and I take it.
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Sky
Watching the sky, falling in.
The clouds chase my lazy eyes.
Blue untainted, no smoky guise.
Too deep for mirrored tricks within.
Drenching the earth it licks, a din
Of ground-groans fading, soft
And far, cascading aloft-
Away! -cleansed of their grimy sin.
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Observance
She was a virtuoso in her brazen composure
Suspicious, the tilt of her head as she bent over the missal
So visible, so vividly volatile
Like a breath of steam straining to be foam
Like sea-foam spray craving to rush
To rush and cry over the very rocks, mired in their steadfast prayers
Wary of watching eyes, she became a sculpture
The lines of her back fluid and clear
Her profile focused, her outline intense
Skimming inquiry through a blurring lens
The wind will soon blow her away.
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Glancing Blow
Piercing right through me
With your losses of crimson
Uncertain in a maelstrom
Of betrayals and crimes
From your embered past
And just for good measure
Your secrets kept too easily
With scars that feel like yesterday
Will never stop talking to you
You look at me in the morning
And I know those left at the station eyes
The uneasy boxer
With a talent for the game
A poet of the sweet science
Sparring and moving quickly between punches
Avoiding even the briefest of encounters
Ensures the cruelest prize of all
While the truth takes another swing
The champ orders another round
On the way to obscurity
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Please
Please don’t say you love me
as you turn your back,
or utter a sweet “goodnight”
as though we’re even friends.
Don’t bury yourself deeper
in the mud of concrete suppositions
I’m fighting to free you from.
Perhaps you think it’s been erased
with a tearful “I’m sorry” or two
promised so long ago.
Maybe you are oblivious
to how a girl longs for a man
to tell her who she is,
that she’s captivating,
and set the standard high
for how men should treat his daughter.
Acrid anger eats me to rust,
but I search for healing.
I honestly try to think
you treasure me deep inside.
I truly want to believe
you merely aren’t aware how it hurts
with each smile I don just for you
and that you don’t realize
I have a bleeding heart
that loves you.
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