Waiting

Twelve ticks into the night.
Tis day, Tis day.
Yet the black skies
still mock me.

What I think; thoughts.
Not really sure.
Not behind the wheel
on this drunken highway drive.

A cat's numbered lives.
Each one gone until
judgment day comes.
Ticking lifeline, tocking night.

Waiting on truth, if there.
Pray to whom for such nonsense.
The heavens close at five o'clock.
Loons aren't allowed inside.

Sucked Dry

A suffering procedure.
Steady hands
Shaky words.

Flowers suffering.
Suspended in a hollow
dried out vase.

Just add water.
It will pass,
say the fortune cookies.

Do not take it away.
Keep me alive.
Don't keep my life.

Canvas for Two

Equivalent dreams.
They paint each other
on a canvas, pearl white.
Yet each one
Holds imaginations of another.

Yet each one,
fights for space
on such white sand.
Two dreams don't fit.
Two dreams clash.

Which dream
has colors of truth?
Which canvas,
screams realism.
Which boldly states
It's posture abstract.

I need an answer.
Turn off that light.
If it doesn't rattle hope,
I shall close the torn pages,
of the tattered novel.

It Really Happened? Right?

I thought I knew me.
Now I don't know.

I agree to this all.
Every waking moment,.
Every waking day,
and opening to new
and unconscious pain.

Is my mind ever feeble?
To concoct plots against
my sanity divine?
My mind lies to my heart.

The fences were broken.
The planes did crash.
The havoc inside,
did live, did fight.

Why did it?
What happened?
A dream? Was it?
Dream the scenario
then live the consequences.
What a nightmare.

Losing Sanity.

I fell in this hole.
I'm trapped.
Saved me a trip.

I thought that was a joke.
You are a remarkable twit.

I interrupt this poem
for a special announcement.

That doll Barbie...
What is the name
of the little sister.

Now! Knock that off!
Hey, I'm sorry.
Lucky me.

Stay tuned:
for the musical interlude.

Silly Ass

Thirty past the midnight hour
You slipped and fell in a cold shower.
Giggle much and laugh some more,
until your ass is big and sore.
Your pants don't fit,
It hurts to shit.
But hey,
you got to laugh a bit.

From Me

Enclosed in an envelope
was a smile from me.
I sent it to thee,
I hope you can see.
Written and drawn
with the tickled
notes of my fingers.
Lay awake to smell
the shimmered scent
you long to see.
The smile was from me,
You see, you see

Burden

Allow my chest to breathe.
Expand.
Contract.
Run. Not too far or they'll catch you.
Burden of an undecided flaw.
Escape only lies
within my mind ever flowing;
never calm.
Why do you want to kill me?
A chicken dinner.
A turkey thanksgiving.
Chew off the legs,
feast upon my open wounds.
Kill me quickly.
Each second everlasting.
I hate you all.

Where Am I?

Where is the yellow
bus going?
Down that curved
rickety monkey bridge.
Life has halted
at the clock's
nine past ten.
Stop raining for the
sun to shine.
Start walking with
these feet of mine.

Departing From Bliss

I saw Happiness today.
Glinting off the
new autumn leaves this midday.
Catching some wind
down a long long highway.

Haunting Purple, daunting blue;
dooming in the sky ahead.
Sucking, sucking me in.

I saw the sunset
in my rearview mirror.
The final drop
of true illumination
burned out of my haggard candle.

Home has crept up on me.
Its air thick and dry,
It itches and and scratches.

Chondrosarcoma

Little farmers raking it red.
Working my energy.
They starve the gray bones
to a soft whimper.

Autumn’s orange eyes
Watch the leaves shrivel;
And sad winds suck the soil dry.

In a glass jar.
Almost empty,
To a hollow foggy blue.
Before it’s echoed shatter.

Cancer

Wisps of darkness
clinging to my legs.
The suffering drag everlasting,
Everlasting.

The sickness laying about;
rummaging through
the fluffy pillows
of such fragile organs.

"Looking for something?"
No. no.
Just the usual.
Right on schedule.

You cannot be aboard.
I say, I say.
No green card, no papers.
Terror.

I cannot die.
Yet the air seems thin.
I shall breathe till next dawn.
Despite chances so slim.

Epiphany

Unforgotten cries
vent their scars.
Hear them glistening
at the wake
of our mustard yellow
eye.

Dawn's soft sneeze
leaves its raw sawdust
to tickle the sensitive
scrapes upon my
everlasting lungs.

A new world has woken.
Pain has turned to fluff.
I hear a new hum;
humming tangos,
salsa, and waltz.
Dance from the shadows.

Thoughts Untold

Words upon words.
Run into a black, black
abyss.
Thoughts escape
through the treeless woods.
Wandering,wandering.
What is next?

Red walls
of enclosed eyelids.
Mine, mine.
Air forever young
forever wising
my breathes, my mind.

Sacred whispers
from a small wooden box.
Open it.
Delightful sorrows
enclosing the blue.
What is next?

Feared Confusion

Underestimated surprises.
Arise fair one.
No longer wishing
for the soft red cherries.

No Soliciting.
Close the door
on the way out.

For the sky is held up
by the blue hands
of ultimate wisdom.

They say:

Run from
the invisible.
No witnesses.
Just rain.

Punctuation of Mine

Finally landing
such a turbulent flight.
I see his eyes
peeking through
whipped cream skies

"It's okay"
he speaks, he states.
His strong thumb
pressing the hot air balloon
down, down, down
to such sandpaper ground.

"It hurts"
I vent, I say, I think.
No pain, just fear;
close my eyes.
The air is thinner;
the air is light.

Written story,
folded up nice.
The envelope's closing,
He is licking it shut.
No period, no question,
not even an exclamation.