Poetry · Writing

The Last Script

hey- just one y

don’t want to blow this

I’m here for a long time

not a single episode a series

on tv for generations.

 

Never saw a trailer

didn’t know this is where I’d be

putty in your palms

can have me in any way you want

just love being your co-star.

 

Butterflies when the ellipsis comes

what are you saying

jumping up and down

hiding my face from the world

hey good morning how are you

and my cheeks explode

floating to heaven

but I have to reply

because you are the one.

 

Now we’re on set

after rehearsal and make-up

it’s my favorite scene

the last first kiss-

and I’ll reminisce.

 

After all the lines and the shooting

will meet in trailer

to practice our lines

and it’s all in Braille

all over your body.

 

I remember when they were casting

saw you way in the back

thought you were so perfect

now we’re all over tv

what a wonderful match.

Poetry · Writing

Planets

A planet or two on my shoulder

a little sluggish today

excuse me if I’m a little slow

the door is a little wider

thank you in advance

I’ll keep my promises

and keep you warm in the Winter.

It’s not so heavy

when the shoulder multiply

walking down the aisle in a black tie

and I’ve never seen it before

but the one is the most beautiful

never leave only care for

was a little late, inexcusable.

Ever seen a juggler with the planets

a god in jester clothing

basic attire with a star tattoo

and a wild hairdo

the strength in these palms gain from our root

I’ll be your guardian in red leather call me Groot

I am, no- we are done with this planet.

Poetry · Writing

Xavier Flow

Posted on my mind

you were hell of a find

thoughts and you’re all of ’em

fought it and lost in the third

tapped out- an unstoppable force

a Juggernaut in my mind

hindsight is on the decline

can’t guarantee the Ice Man will make it

but I’ll never fake it-

and if you go will fix it with Cable

and tie a bow on it and I’ll meet you on this table

you’re the main course

ridin’ in on the white horse

savin’ the day- X-force.

Poetry · Writing

Missing Breakfast

Fantasize:

just a dream but I can feel it

in my bones

the birds chirping

let my arms rest easy on my side

church bells ringing

every tick on the clocks hands,

my mind throws a party.

Weaving thus pen between the lines

still can’t read

still I feed

and I’m still hungry;

hungry for the night that’s not stolen by the goblins-

hungry for a story like a lost bear walking with Christopher Robbins-

just not as lost anymore-

still hungry,

for you.

 

When breakfast is over,

I’ll be in line for lunch.

Poetry · Writing

100 Grandkids

Living in the future

scary as the devil

mom said she wanted grandkids-

but the fear grips my feet

gonna mess that up

drop em on its head and brake dance

living in that cardboard box

now I know I’m not shit.

Couldn’t promise that she would get them

I know she would spoil them

can’t be all bad, until then

watch the flames from this rooftop.

 

we ain’t goin’ nowhere

we ain’t goin’ nowhere

 

I know, my life would change,

just need a hundred grand

life will be grand

just seems like a dream

waking up with night sweats

pockets empty still

just a dream with dead presidents

leave this place and all the residents

watch the flames from the rooftop.

Poetry · Writing

An Old Trophy

Knowing someone doesn’t need you

is like lukewarm water.

Can’t help the wrinkles in my face

can do this on your own

make the world your bitch

and I will cheer

from the front row

number one fan t-shirt

maybe a hot dog.

Yet, if they can do it all,

why am I, around?

The funny friend who dances

sings and reminds them

they had a past.

Like an empty box-

it was once something,

maybe you did at one point

but now- on a shelf collecting dust

(your dust) – an old trophy.

But I’ll ignore it-

have lunch like normal

smile at pictures of your cat

and I’ll cheer you on

as you save the world.

Poetry · Writing

The Boy Wonder

Bringing peace

t-shirts and wristbands it’s a move since 02.

That’s when we met-

cold nights and warm cherries

found them towards the bottom,

bottoms up nothing but up bottoms up.

 

Miles high and we chatting on the walkie

and we walkin’ and talkin’

catchin’ our footing walking the rope

the boy wonder

and hunting bats.

 

Fallin’ off;-

 

don’t remember the hole in floor

the bottomless pit and weightless shoes

 

the deafening colorless silence.

Poetry · Writing

New City

The side of train tracks

wasted away- clock always on guard

the cherry shrubs and the new 2019 Ford

(great for the environment)

in a pinned stripe suit and tie, rushing off

what time is it

the train zoomed past

that time

a suit case and a letter

do better it said-

four pages and eight-four

period but that was the point.

I think it’s a lawnmower going off

or loud sex-

on his feet- down a shoe – New City is close

in all the magazine mom used to read

find wealth and fame

with a girl with cans the size of watermelons.

Fords are popular in this community.

And pinned stripe suits.

and lawnmowers

or loud sex.

New City- a fresh pair of shoes

and watermelons.

Poetry · Writing

Truth in Distance

You only truly know. When you’re away.

The subbtle grace of her fingers wraped around

my nape and brushes it with a tender flex.

A craving quenched when breathing the same-

It’ll climb, her grasp, the tip of my person,

finding the purpose of my existence as she

waves her fingers through my hair

like a fairy.

Satisfaction found through your presence,

eyes stick me like a dagger and I trouble to meet-

scared you’ll find the truth with your glare.

 

Knowledge seeker and heart thief on your id

didn’t check it at the door or I would have known,

caught with my pants down. Found the truth

in mile away-

wanderer, the message behind every post

and lamp that each second becomes heavier.

You’ll laugh, say I’m silly, but you know.

Playing it safe and answering with hey,

just one y, don’t want you to think I’m crazy.

What did I do today? Wasn’t thinking about you all day,

at least by your records.

 

A solace or a wish, through the winter and the day

you’ll find me awaiting your time-

awaiting your seeking eyes

time will catch up to me

for you’ll know the truth

through my eyes or my lips

that I’ll cement myself down

and never leave your tender heart.

Poetry · Writing

Stay

Will, you, stay,

just a little while, babe?

Wait a minute

all this second guessin’ blink and your are all I’m missin’

wishin’ just for a second,

your love feels like a weapon ,

keep all that hesitation abrogation

it’s time to see the world leave at the station

drinking wine from a mason

but

Will, you, stay,

just a little while, babe?

Just a little while

and I’ll be eating from your palm

keep you close right here on my arm

fly you to Japan where the Earth is soft

Disney World and a little Robert Frost-

and if it’s the end know we saw it all

you say you say you say

I’d known it all along,

the big one heard it all and came to claim it all

but

Will, you,-