Category Archives: #adult

YESTERDAY’S THINGS

Through sorrow I followed the flames of rites
And casted aside all things that brought me love.
A broken horse, tin soldier, and mangled kite
Tattered bear and soft dove in white

And in the attic there use to be

A cradle that rocked in gentle breeze
Iron cast cars without their wheels
Paper thin butterflies & snowy trees
And dinner plates I used for meals too

The thing lost and most felt in heart

Was not the engine, tracks or robot man
Or little black plastic white-tipped shoes
But something that once brought me smiles
A mere hand puppet that seemed so real

Now I know with clear understanding

Regardless of the pain I feel from longing
That those gifts of youth were put to use
And have now been given to others belonging
Always the memories I’ll have and never lose

There’s always a fond thought for tomorrows
Especially when you remember yesterday’s things.

8/24/94


SAN FRANCISCO NIGHT

somebody else roars her royal borealis
purple heart and i road across golden gate
bridge and even in hell
i felt her toenails cutting me – ha, she
laughed while i screamed
could have been her nails
like a road-map — my back
when she screams digging
love into my skin: i’m too
long and she hates uterus
bump — geeks, yeah. terrible
come on baby, think of one
i hurt when you press my heart
with serious words of this
could’a-should’b-been world
my shyness-gy-ness is aborted
too early in life: she kissed
me knowing how fucked i am
and i love her/you/seriously
you wore no panties when we
went to church — NEVER!
holy water evaporates!

:: 07-08-2015 ::


TWO FINGERS ARE GOOD (but three stretches it)

Today I threw up breakfast and my platypus licked it
a regurgitation of  heartfelt platitudes on the floor!
Today I kissed the toe of a gnarly God who likes
to burn ants with stolen lens
somewhere within my     swamp-born brain
I have almost a clear thought;  like the chimps behind the
clear-glassed walls that angels see through
and I’m ashamed — a diaper upon my head
a shit stain on my heart like all the horrors
on two legs begging more

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