Current poems in progress...

The shadow raced around the corner
The shadow raced around the corner
again and again and again it raced
making me dizzy until black covered my face
The pain of feeling so alone
The hardest truth in turning to stone.
a stream of grieve will soften the edges

come play...
or stay away...
or change the tune
you blue baboon

;)

Elevated train racing round the block
Fat man inside staring at the wall clock
Stinking of an old mattress and gin
His motionless face looks made of tin
The train halts to a stop and he's tossed
Against the rails and looks like he's lost
A lady passes by and takes his wallet
He doesn't see her but he sees his cutlet
Which she doesn't see but that's fine by her
As she slips his wallet into her coat of fur
She dreams of her man-date she can buy
It was planned in advance for the 1st of July
And off like a rocket she leaves for home
To primp and prepare with algae and comb
A pack of city stray dogs runs about her feet
She wishes to distract them with a cutlet of meat
If only she had seen there tucked under arm
Of the fat man the cutlet to free her of harm
The dogs nip at her supple, unprotected thighs
She kicks at the strays and yells her goodbyes
Meanwhile, the fat man rises to dust his pants
Brushing off the rat droppings and army of ants
To his surprise he notices his empty wallet pocket
He becomes so enraged his eye falls out of socket
But he nips at his supple cutlet and is calm
And thinks of warm fires and Santa and mom
With a spring in his step he wags his tail for home
Blinding everyone he passes with his shiny dome
As he enters his house there comes a "hi honey"
And from his fur coated wife he takes back his money

like a nyc betjemen

---- A Letter to Someone ----
Dear Someone, is somebody there?
Do you have an idea, an inkling, a care?
I sit here in my everlasting despair
Without the courtesy of even fresh air
But the thought of you brings a grin
Like a long day of travel and a motor inn
Shimmering forth and from within
Kinda like enjoying a drink of cooled gin
Are you a he, a she, or a troll?
If there were others, I'd take a poll
Are you so fat that down a hill you roll ?
Do you eat ice cream buckets by the whole ?
I guess that's no matter when you're not here
Though I'd like to know if you are sincere
That day you got me so drunk with a beer
And whispered wonderful thoughts in my ear
Your name is a blur... is it... Cantaloupe?
Perhaps it'll come in next month's horoscope
Missing you so much makes it hard to cope
Some days I want to hang myself with a rope
Your liberal decrees and voluminous stare
Your raspberry mouth and muddled hair
The overall appearance of you and the flair
Is ever so much more exciting than the county fair
This letter is all I have to express my woe
Drawing your image in the dust with my toe
The sun shines upon it making your hair glow
Please know that I love you always -- The Joe

um... ann is married dude ;) timing is everyting, eh?
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sentimental joe, never learns to control emotions. it could be me, but i'm sure its not your talking out there. thanks for noticing though. just control your feelings!!! my best advice

is amber still arround, or ped ant or symon?
good friends still a missing
got myself kicked or bullied somewhere
one is a fierce critique, one is an adviser, one is really a friend
missed them all
a critique, one can never be always right
an adviser, of course, some experience helps
a friend, it is godd to know you are not all alone...

Well, I come around once in awhile you know...I like empty rooms that echo.
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I like empty rooms that echo.

shag me silly