Tall transparent cup of sweet chocolate treats.
Written messages all over each and every one.
Happy Wishes for a new year from this day on.
A lover wishes to give love, cheer, and comfort.
A cat that accepts the suit, she is content to exchange
a bit of happiness in small nibbles over a long
time to come
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Tall window into the world. My Fishbowl.
Tall clear window,
Gives me a view, with a seat in-front of it
that supports the writer and the words that swell out of a
mangled mess of jello like brains.
Mixed amongst the words sweet sugar cookies and cream invading black
night liquid.
Jitters, shaking arms, a shot of energy and consciousness
Words of unfiltered sorts tumble out as the people on the pavement
walk by, cycle by, drive by in metal boxes with strange wheels that move
moving somewhere, going somewhere.
I am supported by a hard wooden chair that absorbs nothing.
Sitting waiting for the words to tumble out, in the right order?
Never really since words have a mind of its own and a strange new order to bring order to the disorderly.
Later perhaps tomorrow the sense of the words make sense or none at all.
Maybe if I look outside the words will make sense?
Two hours later…
I wonder where time went.
The coffee is gone, as did the sugar.
Hello words what can I do with you today?
A Cat’s wishes…
A cat, round furry cat, sits in a cafe sipping green tea.
She writes a wish on to a page with round misshapen paw prints.
Meow, for a cat friend.
Meow, for the cat’s favorite cat nip presents.
Meow, for some time to snooze and snuggle in peace.
Meow, please can I have these simple wishes?
The cat would purr… contentedly if she could have these simple pleasures.
Meow.
mint chocolate chips
Cool mint chocolate chips
embedded into green ice cream mixture
paper box, spoon that digs about selectively for the black
chips. Need those little bits of sweetness.
Cool aftertaste. Delightful.
In a country full of clocks.
My heart is set in a land full of ticking
infernal clocks that tell me the negative of what I want.
I am not allowed to latch my hand onto that hand,
that large slender hand.
I hope my emotion that fills me with misery and worry
to not be the breaking point.
Between two things
that share a lucky passing connection.
Between two points
from here to there is just a far away place.
Between my head and yours
dreams fill the space with time.
Between the next tic-tock of the minute
I feel torn amongst this world of mine and
the world I don’t know existed.
I hoped I died when that heart of mine expired
yet, yet, nothing was there when the metal tore me apart
there was an empty space
it was gone,
oh dear
there is no end to this.
Red String
There’s a red red cord that only you and I can see.
It winds around you in circles tightly but not enough to bind you. Only one line extends from you to me a link between you to me. No one can see this. Its our connection that we know exists. I can call to you by tugging on my end of the cord, sending silent messages in hope that they reach you.
That line between you and I is as long as it needs to be. Sometimes its a meter, other times no space at all, and at times on the other side of what I know exists. Over that horizon and a few more is you. Living, working, knowing of this faintly present bond. A round circle on a wall marks the hour, counts down the time till that line shortens elastically to zero.
He’s gone far away
Far away from my hand
my arm, me
He is not by my side
in physical presence
I am now aware that I am
ill with a desire to
be back together again
where two halves
make the chubby round whole
egg again
like yolk to white
cat to its nip
chocolate to the lady
and everything nice
For awhile and some time more
the world will be a bit
off
off kilter where two beings embrace the
earth in hope that the distance
dissipates and no amount of air is too far
in this day, this moment where there is an
electric connection
between that egg and that white
to make something fascinating
so fantastic that the girl would
cry happily with joy
that she could have that chocolate
as if he stepped through a window
in a frame in an instant
that need that want could be
calmed for just awhile
a little while
where the chocolate melts pleasantly
and mixes into her.
My Dear Children
My Dearest Children
Lay scattered on the floor
Heads, many heads separated from their bodies
wilting under the sun
their blood and beauty wasted
The murderer took a machete to their
slender necks
for they wouldn’t
be the perfect toy
to the hairy
Murderer.
My day was
miserable for I
was left to mop up their mangled
decapitated bodies
and wilting heads.
I wept at the loss of beautiful children
Children that would not see tomorrow.
A new day, new snowstorm.
The night ticks on
measured by the ticking time on the clock.
I am waiting for the time to pass by when I can see the one who makes me laugh
merrily, dance, and fall in love with language all over again.
For this I can love anew to this one catalyst,
who lets me dream, a dream
wish my wishes
climb up towers and mountains
I waive at the world from the tallest point, the pinnacle
where I can send my gratitude, my love
to my love.
I wish to hold you again and make some happiness, in a smile
a laugh and all in between.
the day I burnt my nerves afire was the day…
That one day I wanted rest,
was the one day I couldn’t sleep much at all
nerves, and skin ablaze I lay
attempting to rest, sleep, doze off
but it never really overtook me.
I found out that I had a desire long repressed.
Unexpressed like, simmered to the surface.
the desire I found to be nigh unbearable.
I felt as if I were sick, yet my affliction
needed no medicine for the cure was right beside me
Asleep like a beautiful penguin lay the one who could cure me.
Honestly I’d admit to my affliction
and ask for help.
But I am shy.
shy when I want to be the bold, ferocious feline that goes out and does things.
I only can admit to this post-hoc.
for my desires ravaging my system were contrary to my rational self.
After awhile, coming to terms with my amor
I said, “please.”
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