rounding up the usual suspects
when the rounders are rounder
round-up
you know who ate the oreos
the thieves rounded
two-thirds free
and one
one that will be held accountable
but walk free
Tag: Writing
autopilot
time is only wasted
when with the wrong people
time does not exist
when with the right ones
it flies like a jet
with a bang
three hands
two or three times
i counted the hands of the clock on the wall-
i know there is two
normally two
but time stopped
i wanted to be anywhere else but here
if the clock had an extra hand
i would know
i would be dreaming
(nightmare)
but the clock has two hands
and i am still stuck
nothing my own
except these hands
bound by time
Visitation Granted
wandering the barricaded park
down on fourth past the ballpark
flowers grow on both sides
the ones incarcerated grow taller and live longer
the free ones are taken by strangers in the night
just as the sprinklers quit
a rainbow connects the flowers
just for a minute or two
Safe Distance
i will walk with you
watch you grow old
keep your hand in mine
through the good days
will eat ice cream
the bad
eat more ice cream
you will not always want me
i will still be with you
eating ice cream
from a safe distance
Starry Dreams
i could never get tired of you-
sleep is not an escape
because i know you are
waiting for me in my dream
when i wake
i will watch the sun climb
but she could never be as high as me
when you enter my atmosphere
will go star shopping
pick you out the right one
so wherever we are
whenever we are
just like you and me
their will be a star burning forever
Belly Cats
when my phone rings
my belly cats purr
the sound of the bells
jingles through my paws
your voice is like a box
can get lost in time
running your hands through my hair
safety in your paws
i’ll fall asleep.
a door knob without a keyhole
new years come and the winter has come early
cold to the touch,
i would give anything for a lighter-
for you to hold me close
to let me in over the threshold
instead of an eye on the knob
and an eye on the window.
peaking
wondering what the wonder of the wonders is going on inside.
i wasn’t always an on the outside
but i can’t remember what the inside looks like.
Beach House
I have people in my life
that I see myself growing old with.
The love of my life, yes.
I’ve had the same few people here,
since day one. I see us,
living in a beach house.
No cloudy forest or
haunted houses
a beach house playing bridge;
I’ve never played but we will learn.
I see you guys their,
and it’s something I take for granted
because you’ve always been
like a shadow following me it’s always been there
like warmth in the summer and cold in the winter
I can see that beach house.
Not the place,
but the memories.
People come and go-
some pay rent and stay a little longer
but as the tides rise the only ship
to test time was this friendship.
Bad Bitch
The resolution I hate the most:
“I’m going to stop putting up with bullshit-
because I’m a bad bitch and I’m leaving you behind.”
What you left behind was your emphaty
to walk behind someone in a line
to see from their glasses
to sleep in their bed and know how soft their pillow is,
now you’re just a bitch.
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