i can not help

but wonder

how warm your arms are right now

the perfume on your chest

the silk of your hands

my b-

our bed is not the same

come home soon

it is freezing out

and you are my blanket

i need you

to brave the blizzards

coming our way

Been out all night

just keep losing track of time

don’t think I’ll be home tonight

and you’re sick of it

it wasn’t the same

once that check came in

couldn’t get old sit waitin’ for them to catch me.

you just wanted me to be the way I was

before they knew me

before I kept breakin’ all these promises

will go on vacation when I’m done

I’m never done

one after another and you keep callin’

and you’re just not happy like you were

and I can’t stop

didn’t think I’d lose you when I reached my dream

all these missed calls- you go into detail

’bout how you used to love me

but I keep changin’ like the leaves, hell

go, you’ll be fine on your own.

it is like i am sick to my stomach

twenty-three six and you are

catching butterflies in my belly

putting them in a jar for your amusement

and you will release them

call me

and do it all again

will you ever get tired

you must be exhausted

my little fairy

delicate wings

untested skin

i think about you all day

every day

wondering if you will come out

i would like to see you

go see a movie

incredibles on blu ray

watch dogs in the park

eat food at restaurants

see a play at the central

kiss on rooftops

but you like catching butterflies

poking holes in jars

dancing where it is safe

but i know you want to come out

you do not need it

but i will protect you from the sun

and pick food that you will like

you might not think so

but you are worthy of love

this love

so come out

the butterflies will not go anywhere

they only come out for you

been there and back with you

cold shower in our apartment

using our silverware

sleeping on our couch

feels like hell

being this close and so far apart

but it’s the love that keeps me here

rooted to this couch

waiting for you to let me back in

i have done all the crosswords out here

seen every movie

watched every single episode of how i met your mother

twice

i need my lilypad

you will push

but i am not going anywhere

only going to pull you closer

i need my lilypad

a pause button would nice

need your fingers to feel my brain

your body to leave the cold night behind

pancakes in the morning

never get enough of you

refills are not free but i will pay every cent

this is our pond

and it would not be home without you

winter time

frozen tears in my eyes

all out of juice

something like a tin man

need a little loving to feel my knees

wagging my tail at the sound of those keys

just as foolish as that good boy

never got any warmer three coats later

ever seen a goat in a coat

you’re about to see one walk out of here

nor here nor there gone in the wind

maybe in kansas or colorado

always been a little rocky

but that river still calls to me

like jumaji those drums beat for me

crossing in wind and snow

with nothing to show

a bag and a book

a fool i was called a not a spare second

the keys will rattle

and echo through my brain

three states away

will you find me

or is that a pipe dream

are you even looking

or am i out buying lotto tickets

will you take that chance

or turn the heat on

Just tell ’em take that bullshit else where

this bowl is full

the last one left a mess

What can I say;

resistance is the key-

cut the ignition save ya ammunition join our expedition-

now excuse me as I play the role of demolition

It choose me leavin’ behind that electrician

such a smooth transition

just a little tradition

me and my son.

Strayin’ from the norm

never caught in the storm only followin’ to use this platform

that you gave me-

now the lines are suggestions

everyone calls it into question

trying to make some corrections.

All just guidelines

a path to success that worked for someone else so it’ll work for you

so will draw our own, so grab a scone while we do this full-blown

cue the saxophone-

play it out.

 

The needle comes and my skin won’t jump

the axe takes a dozen head and we all blame Trump.

More shooters then Holidays

can’t take the day off, swimming in prayers.

They’re still here, still on the way, still in the mail

but there like last nights dinner, an expiration date on them.

The world is year around winter, so fucking cold

the states in chaos- baby everything out. of. control.

A man lost his son-

a man lost his son and it’s gone in the wind

gone in the news, ready for football tonight

another tragedy lost in the crowd

it’s just everyday life-

only matters

when it’s you answering that call.

The axe will continue to swing

and the orange man will pull the strings

prayers have gone bad

by the end of this poem.

“When you feel sad,  it’s okay. It’s not the end of the world. Everyone has those days when you doubt yourself, and when you feel like everything you do sucks, but then there’s those days when you feel like Superman. It’s just the balance of the world. I just write to feel better.

~Mac

 

Just something Malcom told us

sit around and discuss

but I care less and less everyday

all they check is your pockets on payday

never open- closed off like construction

pushed off- nothin’ but a little self-destruction

blockin’ the doorway skippin’ lord’s day can’t catch the freeway

all they care is about payday

take it all just a free for all

lookin’ to leave behind this hell- fire escape

heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow tape.

And now I’m late

caught in Rush Hour

still kickin’ like Jackie and smilin’ like Chris

something I could never dismiss – sit around and reminisce

he will always sit down remind me with his holiness

the world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

even tho I’ll be over shit

the world don’t give a fuck about your loneliness

They’ll tell me “Get yourself straight

how much money can you make?”

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.