Molars

Sometimes there’s an absence of insanity

a quite time a pause in all our
pulsating humanity

Like a missing tooth
Something new
The mind becomes a tongue confused
with nothing else to do
Don’t forget the surrounding dudes
their ability to chew

You poke and probe and post and tweet
Ignoring other pieces of meat
Stuck between remaining teeth
And turn the other cheek

But the dentist will make you insane again
Don’t worry lads
You know the end
Of a sustantivos poem is

Look again

Harbinger

A broken bat, a shattered ankle
A Lansdowne blood out cut from the gang
Behind the banner the stars are spangled
alone and mortal no future to hang

In the movies the parting steam reveals
Manhole covers, smokestack veins
Warm breath pushed by whistles, between wheels
The smell of an oncoming train
And like at funerals or in the films
On nights like this it always rains

With pale face and bright whites
Under shadow and smoke of her eyes
Red passion lipstick and fishnet thighs
An evil angel appeared to me that night
Black be her wings
Cold her split tongue onto mine
She was there to do me right
She put my death on respite

Dark was this dancer
There was no taste to her cancer
As she licked breathe back into me
Not much left but a romancer
sad memories and wrong answers
And one last thrust of energy
To escape her perdition
and years of remission
Her soul passed on to be free
Her one last chance at a good deed
Left me on Earth carrying her dark seed

Survivors only learn to survive
If we come to realize
What it is we did to stay alive
At about that time we understand, well we die
Such is the story of life

So little learned, it was not my time

P.O. box

Of course I don’t know what is
Inside each of these boxes
All the same on the outside
Stupid like smartest foxes
Hiding the games inside

Or opened roses drinking rain
By and for men. Don’t speak in vain
Perfumed swatches hiding pain
Skin and eyes talk insane
under goldy locks and key

Ebony. Ivory.
A bible phrase
Some baby speak

And than there’s Emily’s
family
An envelope for worlds to read
Her smile a path to memories
And Melody. Missing since
93
She hitched a ride
Into obscurity
Or Gertrude’s latest delivery
Moth ball promises and
Apathy
Golf balls hooked into
Her fattest cat’s atrophy

Bob’s fishing lure
Bright yet obscure
Dangles just below the surface
You’ll just never know
All the stories to be told
How many the lines and verses

Truth be told
Open a book by saying hello
The key may turn
And yes you’ll learn
Henry is quite the fellow

Produce while you can

Rhythmic timing of the automated machines force those of us who notice our surroundings to try not to walk along to the

2, 4 beat. It’s. Em

barassi ng

At the grocery store I was buying a head of lettuce and rem embered the time I yelled at you for taking so long to pick out the lem. Emons. Barries. Maybe it was the same song playing in the background, the one no one ever seemed to LISTEN TO THE WORDS to, it triggered this subliminal memory. Or Me.

Too bad you will never read my poems. (A novel?) You would have, you knew your time was limited so you paid attention, (took time to enjoy) even when I was embar

assed that others would notice your goofy laugh. I know you knew. Sorry

I always take my time in the produce department. No matter what th they.

Em.

Might think

Barrasing. Don’t hide what makes you special

Drained under Main

I looked up from my drink
The room filled with comic cons
So much noise I cannot think
Broke up peace as drama dawns

Steering the ship into cosplay
Blindly and sick
To them I am like Cosby
No binding of Isaac
No flowey in my hobbies
Just roofies in my pockets
Getting stoned in hotel lobbies
chasing faeries. creepy. frothy.

To avoid claims of
Statutory.
I broke away for a smoke
and there right before me
Main Street bridge.                                   A River flows.

And behind me the door closed

From under steel and concrete
So many yellow eyes
Whistling strings. Chomping meat
A spider web to which I’m tied

The Asian girls won’t let me back
I’ve grown old and cold
Deserving of this attack
Dragged into the mold
Stuffed back into cracks

But I digress
I’ll even miss the smells
of wet ashtrays
Horses hiccups and regrets

There’s a bridge in Columbus
Where thousands of spiders took the night
No one will miss me as I’ve
become the suckers way of life
tangled webs of sacrifice
(pregnant pause)

Everything has appetites

To look in the mirror you can’t see
Who they’ve imagined you to be

Frankfurt A to Z

20180304_163403.jpgThat pneumatic pulse
The hi/lo wail on a yellow van
The stoic expressions and forced smile
Of a staunch upright German man
Who blinkblinks too much
Over his bright yellow scarf
And sprayed on Orange tan

The fullness of the smells
Of pretzels mustard and meat tubes
Sneaks behind the headaches, fuels wafting sweat of gate changing fools

Clack clack of suitcase wheels
Mad dashers and those who chill
Each pestering the other with looks
We all came to leave the flights
Are all booked

The elderly trying to remove their shoes
The young tugging crying for toy planes
The salesmen imbibing their blues
Drinking in another method to be away

Travelling. how I medicate
A half a pill of enthusiasm
Up to and until too late
It’s just another groundhogs day

The adrenaline of go away frowns
Wakes me up to bring me down
To land in your forgotten towns
Weary old pieces of me
that touch the ground

I stand on the walkway
Pondering runway lights
I couldn’t stay more than
Well. maybe a few nights
In any one place where
your loved ones die
Just let me through to
look down upon static lives
Please pass to the left

Because for me. Its not right.