life makes more sense maybe
when it makes no sense at all –
catch a frisbee slam a racquet
kick a basketball
you asked me for my inclusion
this i would not do –
life makes more sense maybe
when i’m far away from you
bang the drum and sound the trumpet
hear the ocean’s roar –
why am so bitter, you say?
i don’t know
what for
Yes, I know how to spell that word.
But why?
But why?
Yes, I know how to spell that word, but why?
.
I’ll tell you how I know that word
Although it’s spelling’s quite absurd
And useless to the average bird
Or so, to me, it’s now occurred
Acetylcholinesterase
Some type of stupid hydrolase
I know, because it was the case
That my insipid teenage face
Was stuck inside a school.
.
A school, where as a gen’ral rule
We learned, if we were not a fool
How to become one, which was cruel.
The lunchroom served its daily gruel
To rebel and to suck-up tool
Who might inhabit. like a ghoul
The ghost of one once human.
.
And if I’d had, perhaps, acumen
I might have been a better crewman
And learned, in time, to be a true man
Instead of a flake.
.
But lo, I sat there like a rock
My brain benumbed as though in shock
By subjects that I thought a crock
And ran from, like a mouse, a hawk
But ultimately failed.
.
And so I learned, at last, to spell,
These lengthy words borne straight from hell
And perhaps, you did too, as well.
I hope not,
For your sake…
= = = = =
( … p r o m p t e d … )
I sometimes like to imagine
I raised children
Who had something like
Respect for themselves
But I didn’t
I longed to have some candy,
It was a sight to see;
If I could just unwrap it, I
Would taste the ecstasy
And it took quite a while, for
It had been wrapped with care;
But it was worth the effort, guys,
When I
Was finally
There
the tears you cry might never be
the kind you want to show;
but yet you share them, nonetheless,
with millions you don’t know
the full kinship of misery
is hidden from the light;
but know you’re not alone –
we’re everywhere,
just out of
sight
Her heart would go where it would go
She wished, at first, it wasn’t so
But so betrayed, and so beguiled
She wandered off into the wild
Of what her feelings really were
Of things, she found, that sudden sure
Had always been inside her heart
Covert and hidden, at the start —
To finally surface and break through
To love as she was meant to do
Just shut up
All the old ghosts
In closets
Made of finest – would
You have believed it at this age?
