She’s Not Going Away


I’ve got Ms. in my corner
And she’s not going away
The more I do for her
the more she makes me want to separate
The sight of her is foggy
The only way to feel her
is to medicate myself beyond myself
And she’s not going away
My Moses staff precedes me
everywhere I go
as I feel as if I am tipping in high-heeled sandals
When I finally touch the sky,
she comes along like an apocalyptic hurricane
Destroying all that is in her path
She does have a sister
who is more than just a pain in the neck
I am coward by her persistence
as like losing my best-friend all over again
And she’s not going away
Have I rented space to a cause
for a lifetime?
It would take my soul to revoke her lease
though the Judge would have the final say
in my case of free will
Her laughter roars with hands behind her back
She makes me want to love her
To accept her as she is
Yet, her volatility renders me powerless
except to keep reaching
to cease with the standardized tests
and the grade school counseling sessions
The pen often runs from my hand
to acknowledge my future
She’s not going away
No energy left to act on my mood
So, tuck my tail I do
until I hear what I want to hear
And all is well again

….ism


It’s so damn sad
when You’re in the middle
Crosshairs
Indecision
Joker
Seems everybody’s got their motives
Walking poker faces of votives
Dare You continue to play
The nerve of You walking away
It’s so damn sad
when it’s all about a look
Impassioned still gawkers
seem hooked
as to why their
interview wasn’t booked
Options
Those concoctions
they set to keep You just
where You nailed their perception
of reception
And they thought You
were making the first impression
Bid them adieu
before making a confession

Major Mental Crime


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bask (Photo credit: Idiolector)

 

Uneven little boys

 

and their uneven little toys

 

battle every day

 

every night to keep the bad men away

 

Determined to get their share

 

While somewhat playing fair

 

Basking in the sun

 

are the pure like a Nun

 

Quenching their cool thirst

 

‘til the moon rises from the dust

 

Other toys fascinate the brothers

 

seeking respect from their lovers

 

Even with ammunition

 

still arouses demolition

 

The playing field is uneven

 

for the uneven little boys

 

Though adding machines make some mean

 

storing wealth unseen but green

 

On white paper

 

one becomes the star caper

 

All Robbing Hoods

 

for self-fulfilled goods

 

Lonely at the top befalls the mighty

 

who has no one left to congratulate him rightly

 

One shot to make it

 

If you’re lucky, one shot to take it

 

All Men Are Created Equal

 

Whereas documentation warrants a sequel

 

honoring a cast minus any equally equal

 

The sun catches the light

 

and the moon holds hostage

 

the soul in plight

 

Patting pockets so heavy and packed

 

Boastful are those screaming to be jacked

 

Unevenly unequally little boys

 

Along with their uneven little toys

 

can never grow

 

when their growth counts down below