Americana Injustica You wanted it… you just had to get, you begged for it: a piece of me… and then, that was it – I did accept, the invitation sent, maybe ungraciously… I showed up one day, remember? when the skies were grey, guess you hadn’t been, expecting me… but there I was, plenty of […]
Americana Injustica Would you be,any fonder of me,if I suddenly chose,to start listening? Would you decide,to more deeply confide,the darkness behind,your odd eccentricities? Shall I unbind,this heart of mine,lay it down on your table,where the other parts lie? I suppose you’d prefer,if I acted just like her:if I loved co-dependently,full-time, live-in “fluffer”; If I leaned […]
Americana Injustica Now I lay me down to sleep again, in the grips of a dread that I slumber within, the same unforgiving and cramped position, wound up mentally and the ratcheting begins, the memories and tragedies flood fatally in, my body won’t sink and my mind only swims, things I regret never saying to […]
Americana Injustica Shitty tattoos,Absent front tooth,Alcohol infused,Jaw flapping,Knuckles rapping,Air leaking through,Big brown eyes,Telling nonstop lies,You’re fucking high,Unclean,Unforeseen,Not enough miles between,That stinky lifestyle,The steaming shitpile,Rusted turnstiles,Nothing worthwhile,I lost too,Much to you,It’s all bled through,The truth,Fire country,Attention hungry,Back full of monkeys,There’s no saving you,You’re too far beyond,Slithering, And talking long,There’s no fixing you,You built a filthy empire,Of […]
Originally posted on Mocking Bird Down:
The trappings we drag, for the overnight stay in the damp, dark, cold to the touch; parts of the hell that we personally designed just for moments like these; when the world feels too small for how much we don’t feel.
Delicious poetry. I like the horns curling inwards. Great stuff. Would make good open mic I bet. (says the guy who’s too scared to read his poems out to himself in an empty room – ha ha ha)
Off to google ornery. I think it’s a birdhouse. Bet you a billion dollars.
Damn.
I seem to be temporarily light.
I’m afraid I’ll have to pay you in dance.
You just lost a billion dollars, Mr. Microphone. But here’s the deal: I’ll let you keep it in exchange for the belly laugh you just gave me, okay?
Because I Soooooo know how you came to the birdhouse thing, and it makes me laugh heartily.
(As I picture some crosseyed owl in the forest somewhere)😂😂😂😂😂😋😋😋😋
Phew – cos I don’t think I could withstand 100 dollars worth of dancing let alone a billion. And who needs to see that anyway.
You can’t beat a good owl. Sort of flying buddhist cats with spinny heads and beaks. I love the little fuckers.
Gotta love the little creeps…
You’retoo funny, geez 🙄🙄🙄
Thinking of you, AJ. Hoping all is okay ❤
Yes, love…I’m as okay as can be, given the circumstances. Thank you for checking.
Sending some love your way, sweetheart. I wish I had superpowers.
Oh honey, you so do. You just don’t always realize it. ❤❤❤❤❤❤