Ghosts blush blue
Like smoke
As you kiss
Those cancer sticks
Standing in your window
Of haze
You always were one
To say goodbye in a blaze
writing
Symbiosis
I am her tree
where she explores
my human capability to bleed
NaPoWriMo day 1
Unhinged
Becoming more unhinged
Eyes swivel and spin
With contemplative tongues
Clicking inside mouths
That have forgotten to sing
Waiting for some luciferous woman
To hang onto as we swing
Something wrong is written this way
What about hank?
I heard his wife beat him
With nails in a wooden plank
He should have fought back!
What a foolish man!
Beaten by a woman!
No, wait I better take that back
I hope she doesn’t feel insulted
That would be very sad.
Resentment
You can hear the squelch of resentment
In your shoes
Stood there
Putting your intellect to no good use
Don’t think my acknowledgement
Of your intelligence
Is a compliment
I’m calling you the lowest of the low
Because you know
What you do
Yet continue to.
Squiffy
The reality of life is mindbogglingly squiffy
Topys tervy, upside down, a little bit iffy!
And we
Fold our thoughts…
Into our brains…
With questions bigger than ourselves
Is it any wonder we get ourselves into a tizzy?
No place here
I
feel my lack of place
In this world
Expanding with every breath
Dead end
The lights keep me company
Reminding me of eternal darkness
Inside
Indicating to turn left
A dead end street
Those minor notes
Ring in harmony
With the static, on my mind
Dressed half smart
I like to look alright
On the night
Quite spiffy, if ya don’t mind
I’m dressed to kill
At least from the waist up
Don’t look down
Things ain’t too shabby
In that part of town
So just look at me shirt pocket
With pens straticgicaly placed
With clip on the outside
It makes me look all business or doctor like
These button downs change the mind!
Now I’m nothing if not punctual
Ya might not even notice I’m dysfunctional
sexy stranger
Music follows you
Like a draft
The light filters through
The blind slats
And your footsteps
Are inching closer
Discreet, purposeful
Your silhouette the first thing
Through the blurred screen
And that’s it all it takes
To make me ready and keen
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