ba-al

this old god
did his best
to frighten me
he changed
from wood
to death
to stone
moss covered

still

I smiled
as features blurred
into darkness
inadequate
to task

perhaps

had he turned
to flame
he might have
accomplished
intention

I find
solace
in stillness
peace
renewal
contentment

the sight
of him there
unmoving
unmovable
only
made me laugh

possibilities

I wonder how I will die...

will I be surrounded
by loved ones
holding hands
kissing away tears
propped up on pillows
incense burning
candles aglow

or

will I be sitting alone
forcing out a poem
the way Elvis died
pushing out a poop

?

Message

I pick up my phone
I hear your voice
but I can't
make out the words

you are desperate
pleading with me
to understand

Do you need my help?
Perhaps
I am in danger

as hard as I try
nothing is clear
only a few words

a key

a drawer

a brown door

I can tell you are angry
at my garbled understanding
this emotion confuses me

more

I am paralyzed knowing
I will be on my own
to figure everything out

objectified objects objecting

skinny bitches
on high heels
bleached hair
fake tits
mini skirted
batting false eyelashes

whining

He doesn't care about Me!


Metro men
in money cars
sporting
power suits
power ties
and power colognes
flashing credit cards
and Rolex Watches

grumbling

All she cares about is Money!

8 am embrace

I'm still
crazy about you
you know
.
Are you
sill crazy
about me
?
He tore
my chest open
with a pause
...
I'm not crazy
he said
as he ripped out
my heart
and
tossed it
to the floor
!

just a taste

I am greedy
for happiness

in a rush
to clear my plate
of sorrow

while trying
to save
room
for a dessert
of delight
I eagerly swallow
ugliness
despair
worry

longing for ambrosia
I often
take in an abundance
of evil
in anticipation
of reward

too tired
too full
of cares
to care
I frequently
wind up
foregoing pleasure
leaving it
for another day