Metaphors, Who Needs `em

2am the waters fine
can not sleep
and my dreams are
not what I would call perfect

wicked coughing fit
damn potato chip
a burrito in the nuker
and a lot on my mind

the `owner’, nope
not yet anyway
will come though
if marriage brings that

a shot of whiskey
might help here
maybe two
its one of those

metaphors
who needs `em
I am not trying
to hide anything

barf is what I write
if you can’t take it
go to someone
else’s site

I really should write
something better than this
but you know what
I just don’t care

as I sit here
in my
underwear

Dedicated to J.

Songwriters: JAGGER, MICK / RICHARDS, KEITH

Dead Flowers

Well, when you’re sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you won’t see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

Well, you’re sitting back
In your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
I’ll be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl can take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you’re the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the US mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave
No I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

yes, she is on my mind today…

Done

so, let me see
you want to come back to me
and why
what will you do to make up the
years of losses
to me
what, you want to have sex with me
why now
when you’ve had me wait for so long
for even a touch of your hand
accross me
you say you want to make love
to me
for me
with me
but my feelings are gone sweet one
I have waited a forever for you
to say a yes to me
and reach out to feel
my arms around you
my stiffness growing
by the inch
but now…
it is too late
I can not and will not
allow myself back into you
I am done
and so
are
we

Laundry

Laundry

Well I live in an apartment building now and along with all the other things that go on, like thumper and his jackal laughing room mate (aka lover?) I have been searching for a good time to do my laundry. Why you ask? Well, I really do not like people, a misanthrope to some people, a “what are you kidding me?” to others, but it is true, I am one, so… I look for times when I don’t have to deal with anyone else. It makes sense to me anyway. So I found that Saturday nights used to be good, until a bunch of new college students moved into one building. Last Saturday night I was able to wash all of my clothes but all the driers were filled with only one of them running… yea, all the others had dried clothes in them. So I waited for a half hour figuring someone would come. No one did so, I emptied one of the driers myself, put their clothes on the table that is there for folding and threw my clothes in. Yea… I really don’t like people but that is my problem I guess.
For this week I had a different plan, I would go to the laundry room on Friday night around dinner time and try to do my laundry. First I tested the situation by taking out my trash, you have to travel out close to the laundry room to get to the parking lot which holds the trash bins. As I traveled through I noticed not one machine was being used. I was in my glory, I could do my laundry in peace… yea !
I took out the trash, came back to the apartment and grabbed my already packed up dirty clothes and off to the laundry room I went. As I was about to enter the building with the laundry room someone was leaving and he held the door open for me, this amazed me immediately and I tanked him… his response… “no worries”. No Worries, what am I on facebook or some chat window… No Fuckin Worries, I was laughing my as off all the way to the machines.
I was still in peace there, laughing while loading my clothes in, calmed down, fed the washer and was on my way.
Twenty minutes later I went back, still no one there, transferred my clothes to the driers, actually I only needed one, cleaned the dust collector (?) fed the machine and was on my way again. Is this getting boring?
One hour went by, I am preparing soy cod and asparagus for dinner, go down to the laundry room and… no one is there… yippee! The clothes are dry, I fold them, go back to my place and I am happy. I did however see a happy looking couple coming back from a dinner date I assume, I hope they enjoyed because everyone just left me alone.

The Assumption of a Love Once Ended

what is fair when it comes to love
the assumption of love once ended
is enough to hurt the heart
if your heart hurts, should mine
it does but do you need to make it worse
it has been years since your time
the time that you two could write
interlocked, intertwined, internally
seeking the truth of prose
now all you do is wish
for what
to have back what was once yours
I am not so sure
you have changed
there is a family now
followers too
all are there for you
so why take it out on my love
It would be helpful to just move on
as I have heard you know how to do
but the insistance to blame
the put downs, the pain caused by you
is more than enough for the lightest of souls
of which my girl is not
nor does she want the return
just a relief
to be happy in life
and she will be
once you let go
so kiss the hubbie
hug the babe
and release mine
from your hold

I See The Moonlight

I see the moonlight
in her frail fragility
I see the moonlight
stronger than those
before me
I see the moonlight
laughing at the scenes
I see the moonlight
as she fills her eyes
with tears
I see the moonlight
as others hit with jeers
I see the moonlight
while she holds me
oh so near
I see the moonlight
as the stars pass us by
I see the moonlight
as even I start
to cry
I see the moonlight
as you treat her like shit
I see the moonlight
as she strengthens every bit
I see the moonlight
as she whispers to
my ear
I see the moonlight
she is beating all
her fears
I see the moonlight
as it rises above
the horizon
I see the moonlight
with a glow and
a smile
I see the moonlight

What It Is

what it is
my mind is running
restless tonight
thoughts of me
thoughts of you
thoughts of her
and why have I not
made myself
happy
what it is
that holds me so
and why tonight
is sleep eluding
me
oh to wander restless
among the starless night
I see a candle a light
just beyond the horizon
of my dreams
of my fears
of my desires
and why have I not
made myself
happy
what it is that
I need someone to hold
someone to evolve me
take my juices into
theirs and meet on the
plain of existence
to neuter off the fruits
left there for us by the
gods of books and tales
to read the poems
to ponder the prose
to delight in the stories
of old
tell me why
have I not
made myself
happy