Purchase Me (day 321)

Forever the long list of needs pulses through the veins of the victims
Struck upside the head with the wand of needs, there is no relent from the victimized dissent
But dizzy, dizzy as it goes shall lead the stray flock to madness
Searching for the illustrious water that eludes even the thriftiest of wanderers
“How dare you try and steal my gems you require for the breath of life,
I have them here to look at and tell me I’m pretty!”
Language invades the concept of thought as it carries slogans
And catch phrases into the night with brand names and price tags stuck nicely upon thy mind

Does the search end in triumph? Does it gratify the seeker?

How dare you pose these stupid, senseless questions forth in a time of such need
You dumbfounded nit worth half his weight in shit!
Do you think you can stop the bubble of growth?
The power of the exponent shall push you aside in unmitigated power!
Animate your mind man! Animate your soul! Find what your worth and spend it hapless
Spend it until your broke, and borrow upon that!
Spend it until the bankers seize up your boat, foreclose your home,
Steal away your children and rape your own wife who sits idly smiling
As your dragged off in chains by the two large men carrying baseball bats and suits
Hand in hand she sits with a new purse and slicked hair
Life is great now, life is all good

Kiss Me (day 318)

Kiss me where bruises have passed
Kiss me where love letters have left worn marks
Kiss me with a passion that I now say once was

Kiss me behind the layers of knowledge
And screens of memories
That litter the road home
From far away fields

Kiss me around the gates of long nights
That have creaked around
Weathered corners of yesterdays mail

Kiss me beneath the warm blankets
That isolate terror without
The long list of memories within

Kiss me around the clock
Like the tick tock that echoes through these halls
Bouncing from ear to ear in a fun game of pinball
Endlessly racking up points to find us a winner

Forget Me (day 316)

I’ve been filled with broken hearts today
With the letters of lost friends
That haven’t returned from the Zoo

I’m plagued with the bitter cold
That fights every corner of these
Damned streets I walk today

I do smile, on the occasion
When I’ve warmed my belly against
The cool wooden railing with the nuts

My grassy roots have plowed for me
Temptations trails all across my face
The bitter lines left for healing to long

Tomorrow I shall pull your pant leg
I shall walk alone with my ears closed again
Forget me, I won’t be here again

Thoughts of a Lover (day 309)

I’ve seen your innocent eyes stare down the tunnel at the mysterious lights beaming afar
The concentration burrowing deeply into your mouth like a cold cup of tea
With slivers of lemons helping ease the heavy burden pulling
At the leftover blankets slowly pushed to the foot of the bed and
Sent to the lover with stamped on confessions of postal intent

I’ve seen your glitter in the spotlights as you sway back and forth
Enjoying the eyes as much as enjoying the floor for which you project out
Your deepest of feelings impulse by impulse like a rhythmic machine gun
Shouting into the night in a blaze of glory, wounded hearts, and
Sweet drinks that roll off your tongue in unrelenting expressions

I’ve felt your enigmatic charm work it’s warm fingers around my neck
Slowly twisting and turning into the back seat of a foreign sports car
Emergency brakes and slow tunes that make you lay back, legs up
Into the deep plans that formulate as if the air you breath
Small Christmas lights float around the room like a performer can

And I’ve come back for more, like a hungry panther prowling in the night
Parking in number four to piss off the neighbors that don’t like elephants
Hanging around their back doors, we still invite old handbags and discarded novels
To collect at the end of the hallway in an act of sharing randomness
Forgotten quickly with a heavy wooden door with a slight twist and cold that doesn’t turn on anymore

Mother and Daughter (day 299)

Every day, as the days get longer;
Every moment that pushes forward
Into the existence that propels us,
As if a non-rebelling down slope
And gravity had a serendipitous
Waltz into the passing sunshine.
Glistening brightly into
The peering eyes of a dreamer
And her mother of fashion.
From here, they made their way forth
Into the shades of unknown
To hopefully grow as a unit:
Mother and daughter