Dearly.

The sun is burning
The life outta me
My hopes are turning
Into a dumb fantasy
My tongue is yearning
To set my feelings free
My bones are learning
The ache of maturity

What once was agreeable
Feels as off as it can be
The tragic unforeseeable
Seems more comfortable to me
Dreams once deemed unbeatable
Are dust beneath my feet
As I dig deep for the redeemable
Buried somewhere underneath

Thoughts like whispered voices
Fading into vague memory
Lots of different choices
Looked back on regrettably
A kaleidoscope of faces
Come and go while I’m asleep
My brain always erases
The things my heart loves most dearly

Mescalene.

Try I do, to do the right thing,
Suck it up and bite the bean,
Keep it honest, keep it clean,
Oil the gears in this here machine;
Profound lessons learned on mescalene,
While at school all they see are mass shootings,
A universe stealthily winding up to spring,
As we build bombs and don’t suspect a thing;
Life must take pleasure in shaping misery,
While mutated versions of my fellow human being,
Clueless and empty like a fuzzy TV screen,
Get go on thinking they got anything on me.

Nevermore.

One place stands
In a forgotten hollow
In the crimson tinged forests of Nevermore.
In the windows hang curtains
Hand stitched to perfection
To block out the sunshine
To shut out the truth.
Two faces, two hearts and two hands
Smothered in the sweetest honey
To make me retch everytime
Make me wonder who I am.
Over the door hangs an upside-down horseshoe
Rusted and weathered by lonely seasons
To remind the trees and birds and bees
That things will never be the same
Inside the walls dwell many secrets
Spicy whispers and midnight moans
Divulged to disconnected telephones.

A Butterfly’s Wings.

I spent all of this miserable time,
With an eye ever watching what’s mine,
Oh, how these strong emotional walls,
Break to bits when they finally fall,
Watch as my own wrecking ball,
Bitterly destroys it all in due time.

Wildly employing harsh strategies,
Idly killjoying my fantasies,
See how the peace is so far gone?
The why and how, the right and wrong,
Unsevered ties to my tragedies,

No bottom to the darkened depths,
no solidity beneath my many missteps,
Hear how my world is death rattling?
See my walls of glass as they’re shattering,
Around the feet that the mirror reflects?

Like a fluttering paper in a wayward breeze,
Screaming answers to queries whispered silenty,
A blessing disguised as an atomic bomb,
To explode and expose what our oaths have become,
The violent detachment of a butterfly’s wings.

It’s Not Rocket Science.

It can’t be possible that I anywhere in the world, there is someone saying to himself:

“Gee…I just LOVE the way my dog has destroyed my floors by pissing and shitting everywhere in my house since I brought him home NINE years ago…”

I have the hardest time thinking about the fact that The Old Man who I take care of actually paid money -like, lot’s of money- for the stupid ass, neurotic, total loser of a dog that he calls his own. It actually makes me laugh to myself, seeing as how they say you get what you pay for. Not in this case. In this case, The Old Man was ripped off horribly on the doomed day that he picked out the Red Headed Devil and brought him home.

I know this because even before I was living here to take care of Rodger, I cleaned his house for over a decade. I know the change that took place upon the Devil coming here and creating a space so disgusting and full of filth and absolute nastiness as it is now. The stupid dog does what he wants, even now. Upon moving in, I at first, didn’t have a problem cleaning up the puddles and piles on a daily basis until I realized how futile it was. I then explained to The Old Man that I will not pick up after his spoiled rotten and despicable dog any longer, as the dog is not reprimanded at all for his pathetic behavior, so there is no point in even cleaning it up because he will simply do it in the exact same spots the next day.

If I wanted to spend moments from each day in cleaning up after a dog, I would have a dog that behaved like a jack ass. However, my FREE of CHARGE rescued dog who cost me nothing to adopt (in comparison to the hundreds of dollars that The Old Man spent on his piece of shit pet) doesn’t have the many problems (and is almost 7 years younger than the Devil, mind you) that the Devil displays regularly. In fact, my dog would die before he let his bowels or bladder loose in the house. He is just built that way and has NEVER been a problem in this area at all. I do not feel in the least bit badly or wrong for refusing to enable a spoiled rotten and completely hopeless waste of money and hardwood flooring.

I struggled at first with keeping my word on this, and have had to adjust my daily tasks to avoid the growing number of puddles and piles around the house. The Old Man either ignores them, hopes that I will clean them up after all, or doesn’t see them at all. It’s really disgusting and sad on many levels, how the dog rules the roost between them. I have started spending lots more time in my room with my good dog as means of getting around the ever-growing stench of dog waste in the common areas.

I didn’t come here to clean up after an out of control and incorrigible animal that has no concept of good behavior. And, to be honest, I barely get paid enough to cover my legitimate workload here; and, most certainly do not get paid to follow around a piece of shit, poorly trained, bad dog and clean up his messes repeatedly and with no end in sight due to the shortcomings of someone else’s ability to control his useless and good for nothing pet. Call me what you will, but you can’t call me stupid on this point. Stupid would be the redundancy of dog shitting and pissing where he wants – and me coming behind him to clean up his filth. Maybe The Old Man should hire someone to come specifically to enable his useless piece of shit dog.

When Nobody Else Will Do.

From day to day, it’s just me and him.

And there are moments when…

Everything in the world seems to stop and stand still,

And the madness and chaos melt away to the edges,

And in those moments, I feel like his presence is a necessity,

And nobody else will do.

Notes To Self # 771

Upon being woken up in the early morning hours (5:30) because the old man can’t unscrew a pill bottle, try to remember yourself.

Feeling hatred and disgust towards a spoiled rotten, neurotic dog because, despite his almost 9 years of age, he still chooses to shit and piss inside the house while the door’s wide open probably takes years off your life.

Rear-ending a lifted truck with a trailer hitch, even a low speed, WILL total your Jeep.

People do not give two shits about other people.

Knowing your personal limitations doesn’t always mean you must heed this knowledge; sometimes it’s simply best to go against the grain and try anyway.

When you feel the effects of tiresome company, disappearing into your bedroom and refusing to answer the door isn’t always an option.

Dogs don’t comprehend egotism; stop getting mad when your dog knocks you over and drags you down the sidewalk to sniff a new tree.

If, after ripping you off for over a year by charging you for your dead mother’s line, your cell phone carrier is taking more of your money than the IRS, time to look into leaving Sprint for good. (FUCK YOU SPRINT!!!)