poem.
your friends are not alone
you're fucked up in the head
you are dead.
Monday
i want to be me when i grow up.
i want to be an artist when i grow up, the kind that shows the brilliant world to the blind.i want to be a mailman when i grow up, the kind that delivers your mail on time.
and i want to be a helper when i grow up, the kind that will feed all the hunger in the world.
i want to be a mother when i grow up, the kind that has a bond that will last forever.
i want to be me when i grow up, the person who will always be inside my human body till the day i die.
what you aren't, perfect.
Perfect like the old man down the road.
Perfect like the fork in the road.
Perfect like the eyeballs staring at me right now.
Perfect like the best day ever.
Perfect like the meadow of us
and the meadow of you.
Perfect like roses with thorns.
And you would have been perfect like he was.
Perfect like the ice cream shop down the road.
Perfect like the landscape outside my window in Brooklyn.
Perfect like I thought you were when you said you loved me.
Perfect, is what you aren’t.
Wednesday
my friend anne that I work with brought in this super old book from her childhood.. she's cleaning her house out and moving down South soon.. so she's going through all the old shit in her basement.. and this book was in the mess. she brought it in today and we read it and adored all the artwork, this was my favorite page... i want the book if she tries to get rid of it i am asking her for it.
Don't fuck with my old man, Jones.
Old man Jones
Has one eye
Wishes to
die.
His family
left him
His dog
kept him
He has no
home.
Trash bags
make his windows
Boxes make
an abode.
His laces
don’t match.
But I guess
that is the least of his worries.
Old man Jones is the nicest old man I know.
His town is
Manchester.
The bus
stop on Main is his home.
Don’t fuck
with Old Man Jones.
slow motion time.
Today is stale like yesterday’s muffin
The time is dead
It just stopped
Like a tack hitting the ground
Just stopped
The tapping of the water
Just stopped
The lady typing
She just stopped too.
Today the time is still
And my mind is running
Before it. Time tells a lot
Of things and time will
Tell me that tomorrow
Is just around the corner so
Hurry and make that food.
i know this is weird, but i've been here before
twenty two not me.
some days i feel much older than i look
today i felt like a hundred and three.
i can sense the age through my eyes
eyes are the looking glass to this universe
i woke up and just felt awkward in my twenty
two self. my age says nothing about me.
it's actually the opposite.
Tuesday
poem.
you are my secret lover
you are my secret garden
all i want is to be with you alone
i want to share all this time the Earth
gave me with you. i want to share
all the stars that space gives us
and i just want to feel you close
i want to know what it's like to
hold you and i want to taste you
under my nails. and i want to call you
mine. i want this world to just
be ours. i want the sound of music
to fill our souls up and i want it
to take us away. no we aren't on
the ground anymore. we are floating
far far away. you are my secret
lover and i just want the world alone
with you.
circles
one way roads that lead to two towns.while the old man is snoring it is defiantly
pouring. gardens grow out of control on
the other side of this earth. the water that i see
is clear and the weather here is different
but i know at the end of the day i can call
Tuesdays mine and we can throw away the
rest of the work week. by the dawn of
tomorrow all my thoughts will be stored
into the next thought folder and the
space where we used to meet for our midnight
kiss isn't there anymore. and heaven
is a place where no one wants to die.
but we want to know how it feels there
and i know by the looks of it, there
are stars during the day and we see
clouds full of smiles during the lame days.
don't let too much of a sweet thing kill
you, cus you know it will.
Rain drops.
Days like
today where it is rainy and black as a dead man’s soul outside
I just
want to die. I just want to feel what it’s like to stare up at the sky
With the
air in my lungs and just open eyes. I want to see what it feels like.
To
know what the world looks like when you are dead.
I want
to experience death upon a living earth.
And I want
to know what it feels like now.
Poem.
Open
toed sandals, open toed heart.
Paper towels
that are used and
Spoons
that are like knives. Dinner
Tables
with mice on them and the
Door bell
is on fire. The old man across
The way
is screaming my name, while the
Cats
are hanging from the roof. A party in
My mouth
happens, only at Thanksgiving
And the
little boy I once loved, is now
Off with
another girl. Tree bark and old
Men with
bumble bee knees and little
Stoned
mushrooms. The way she looks
At me
is the same way she looks into
The death
of a sunset. The train is about to
Take off,
while the rocket is on its way home.
My brain
works better with no morning talk
And a
nights rest. My brain will create until
The day
I die. Today is Tuesday and I guess that is better
Than yesterday,
when it was a work week Monday.
Cheers
to the upcoming day and happiness to all.
Friday
eleven eleven sixteen.
the news i got today makes me as blue as a dark room.
but i can't go through my day with tears in my eyes.
i just have to smile because you gave me all this
beautiful music and all these strange words that made
sense to me. you gave me hope in the world of art and
you showed me how beautiful this sick world is. but i
can't continue to cry today, i have to be as joyous as
a mother that just gave birth. i have to conquer
the day with a smile. I will try. But I can feel the
sadness creep up. I can feel the tears roll back into
my empty sad head. And Life Goes On.
Thursday
pink plate saucers.
what's the use of hiding when you know you are wrong.as wrong as turning right on red. don't let the rats of
the city take away your dreams, ya pretty bitch. shut up
and keep pushing forward. don't worry about the past and
don't hurry the future. i know what i am saying. the letter
a only looks good in the sunlight. her toes match your nose
so you two should have a baby. while i drink some more
wine, all i think about is how satisfying the sound of dirt between
your shoe sole and the pavement sounds. leaves crunch in the
background.
people stare but you got to just ignore it.
water dripping from the stem of this hen.
the eggs roll down the beach sand
like the men hit the golden wall. let
only stars show you the way home and
listen to each and every stranger you meet.
someday you will see what i mean when i
tell you to love everyone. and you realize
why i always wore my hair like that.
but for now just sit legs crossed violin
on full blast. while the time goes was
slow as Mosses and as fast as an airplane.
sometimes i can't make up my mind. but
that doesn't deter me. that doesn't
take away my power to use the flower.
and that doesn't take away my love for
this very planet, and the human population.
accept who you are and accept that
the world only spins left on Tuesday, and
the clouds you see outside aren't real
anymore.
somewhere out there
polka dots swim in my eyesthe mailman is knocking on my door
but i'm not getting up to answer.
bass guitar seems harder to play
upside down. when will you
just stop and think about that sound
the sound of upside down music
created from a man with green
eyes and a bow tie. he also rides
his bicycle to work most every
day. he owns three cats and doesn't
like rats. the man with green eyes
plays like no other man. here when
you close your eyes, you will
swim in the music. while its spreading
across your soul. now all you want
to do is get up and dance to till midnight.
the green eyed man played till
he was 105.
why do
you hate me now?
Untied
laces, untied tops, untied love.
You said
you loved me, now we don’t talk.
Confused by this, my black heart sinks to
The
bottom of my human ocean. Don’t
Say
things you don’t mean. Now every
Night
right before the baseball game
My eyes
cry, because the picture
Reminds
me of you.
aliens are from outer space.
hours i spend picking the inside of my minds braini don't know why, it just makes me insane. while the
grill is on fire my fish ran away. phones been off the
hook since 1999 and it will stay that way. i love the
color of your socks, they match your eyes. the girl
next door will never die.
bottles of empty love.
i planned a gluten free birthday party for tony
and a pineapple upside down cake for dinner.
she told me once and she won't say it again,
so now i don't remember how to get into
the garage. the dog is on a chain, that looks
as old as my dead grandfather. she doesn't
seem very happy anymore, especially ever
since the blue birds started to disappear.
i can hear the cry of the crow in the far,
far distance, while a plane blocks my view.
if there are two crows, the sunflowers will
glow. if there is one
I don't know.
this makes no fucking sense.
saying i love you after the first date kind of scares me.
holding the door for me, excites me.
long talks about nothing don't exist on my planet.
here we speak of music, love and unity.
the doors are open, so come on in.
just don't forget your friends and bring the whiskey.
when the new grass grows in you will understand
how hard it is to mow. stars will be out tonight
along with the bees, my heart goes out to all the
creepy old men. someone has to give them love
sometimes. but it's not me, it's that redhead from
work that wears only apples and sings in peaches.
she can take care of all of them. while the elephants
scream and the lions dance. the world is on pause
while i find my pants.
Sunday
Wednesday
Tuesday
blue pens.
Juicy peaches, and untied laces
My love for you is only in my dreams.
Dreams will make you insane, if you
Never stop. The words that come from
Her mouth are as pure as rose colored
Cream and smooth as jazz on a Sunday
Don’t worry about the bushes outside
And don’t worry about all the strangers.
Liquor lips and dead fish.
Solar panels and the end of time
Right before my mind, is when the
Rocket will explode.