Wind

It doesn't matter.

A tree will always stand up,

Like man, against wind.

Mirrors

I can point blame in any direction
Say it's this person or that thing
That causes me so much heartache
Causes me to fail so outstandingly.
But in reality
When all the pride washes off
And I can really focus, see clear
I find myself encased by a mirror
Seeing only what I want to.

Rage

Today I have discovered the cure

For any and all disease

The world is at my feet

I does with it what I please

Today I understood 

Without really having to think

And in that precious moment

My shallow heart sank.

I learned a few new things today

I'll repeat them for you now

The element of all our suffering 

Is our insatiable alimentary canal. 

I graduated today,

All the world is bliss,

And the only reason I came here

Was for lusts carnal kiss

Today I saved a life 

She thanked me through and through

She thanked me while I lay her down

And made her some hot stew.

Today I wrote a song

Published it, and sang

Today I am a millionaire 

This evening I will hang

Now as the sun sets on this day

And my mind, she settles down 

I begin to think of all the things I've done

And I remove my shiny crown.

Today I was all these things

If only on this stage

And the only constant ringing thing

Is my everlasting rage.

Fed

Like rain on a pond

You again disturbed my dreams

Fed me with despair.

She

I broke my tongue once, 

She mended it with whisper,

Inspired I spoke.

Myself

I write for myself

It mellows my shifting mind

I write to define.

Regret 97

Regrets? I have one.

All those restless nights I spent

Worrying for you.

Of Bones and Brains!

Of Bones and Brains:
We dont say touch
When coming inside.
We dont play games
Eat figs
Or Hide
The masters wishes
Are often Aloof
And many wicked playmates
In a flash go poof!
Our undies are under
The thunderous clout
Of a gigantic
Metamorphic
Rectal spout.
The gardens!
They are lovely.
In the feathery spring
The roses,
The moses
Those vaginal things.
Oh to sniff
But a whiff
Of rosey delight
My pants, perchance
In a moment take flight!

The creaking
And Squeaking
And Leaking
Lenore!
Those humps
Those bumps
Make a grown man snore.
That brittle little body
Full of sawdust and paper
If I were her mother
At her birth I would SHAKE HER
Salt covered heirlooms
Are all she has left
Of a once wondrous mind
That maybe time had theft.
Poor little ragged
muffin mouthed mouse
If only just once
She had left her small house.
To see the world
Wasnt as bad
As IT seemed
The busties and rusties and musties
They gleam!
Dishes are done
By poor immigrants
Who live in shackles
And huddle in tents.
Poor Lenore
Poor poor Lenore
How rich and wise
You never were.

Allowance

Drawn unnatural,

Formed complacent. Blame the kids!

For all we allowed.

Continue

As we near the start

We are drawn to the unknown

As we near the end.

Attention

The mind plays lucid

Some may flounder, others rise

Focusing never.

Aristocrats

Atrophy bred with

an heir of indifference:

Scent of the soigné. 

Blades

A monstrosity,

Cursed quoin of the Empire,

Blessed guillotine. 

Hunters

Plunged into the deep

We crawfish beneath the rock

To study our prey.

Nature

Is it our nature

To be engaged or gander

In times uncertain?

Journey

We decamped at dusk

Bound only by the tree line

Abandoned by time.