Thursday, October 18, 2012

HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND

he doesn't understand.
she lifts the hammer;
drives it down, and down.
he understands.
its a great plane;
so easy to per swayed.
easily arranged, and rearranged.
except,
separate pages link
each separate arrangement.
ink, black, blue and red.
he understands so much better
everything she said and says.
and she paints his ass red
as a reminder
to reach out and find her,
and kiss her be-hinder.



SHE LOVES HIM

she loves him

she loves him not

maybe, maybe not

she'll think about it

when she's out and about

shopping, no doubt


the internet is a scary place. alright to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there.


HE HATED METAPHORS

he hated metaphors
absolutely hated
metaphors
metaphors gave him a rash
left him begging
scratching for a way out
braying at the moon
but, oh, how metaphors
did love him so
until his grave
with him they go
oh, he hated metaphors, so


all those exotic possibilities 
moving ever so slowly
in a purple haze
both good and bad days
but those possibilities
forever turning
page after page
oh so beautiful
and at the same time
oh so ugly








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