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Eating dirt is not so bad if you close your eyes and pinch your nose curl your toes let your ego go blow it away but not the candle keep that lit for when the power goes out the room won’t be dark buttery blossomed flowers who line the room will be shown clearly by the glowing candlestick you watch as you sit back feet in the air head in the ground shoelace untied you taste the dirt but just a little This poem was originally published by Zoetic Press. You can purchase a full copy here.
Who is the person you want to be?
the shiny one the fat one singing in the night flying through the forest the sun dried toes with the apricot tongue mildew nose with a 3-year-old son pretty plump pink & purple lime juice blood with a smile that swirls down the drain around the corner through the wall and off the ledge free falling daintily while taking up space weirdly quick but at an appropriate pace Who do you want to be? Who do you want to be? Who do you want to be? it’s under your arm i think The morning air
I nearly forgot I did Busy with lights and sound Carried away from the water The breeze lured me back Deep down I know I love you
But where exactly is “deep down” Is it out of reach Is it miles away Is it beneath the earth Or inside my human body It’s why I get the shivers It’s how I get an urge to dance Because my feelings deep down try to escape And I keep them locked up. I keep them tied down, Hidden, Out of sight Like buried treasure, It’s always forgotten Never used Never found again But it still exists Maybe knowing that it’s there Maybe that is enough Maybe that’s what they mean when they say “you don’t have to see to believe” You put up your Christmas tree Made of plastic To honor the religion you don’t believe But maybe it’s just as real As the feelings I have for you That I store away deep down April Showers
feel no different than March they just feel tardy, more foolish They hit you hard until you fall down water rising It’s now an April bath No rubber ducks to float by toes one wonders how to float alone listen to the toes hear what they say now, we’re not alone My toes and I see different worlds Toe is friends with ants, I am friends with Todd Toe embraces being plunged under water I, my friend, do not Toe is free, open to explore under its nail is a soft soul I am closed, scared to see what the world is like below Toe can break and be repaired back to exploring once again I can break frozen in bed fearing my repair too scared to move the stillness aches I’ll never search my world again April showers let me see how brave the toe can be And once May comes I can only hope that like the toe I’m free Somebody, let me cry
Before my body bursts Before I lose the chance Somebody, let me cry To give me some release To allow me to dance Somebody, get to know me Before I start to doubt Before I grow too old Somebody, get to know me To give me reason to speak To give me someone to hold Somebody, read my lips Before they even move Before my soul turns gray Somebody, read my lips To bring me to peace To let me see today Somebody, tell your story Before I wander off Before I tell my own Somebody, tell your story To help me understand To help us both feel known Somebody, explain it all Before the crisis comes Before my mind shuts down Somebody, explain it all To give me any comfort To erase my permanent frown Somebody, take my hand Before I take the pills Before I take my life Somebody, take my hand To squeeze away the doubts To touch my sweat and end this strife Somebody, please, look me in the eyes Before I fade away Before I’m no longer here Somebody, please, look me in the eyes I need you To free a lonesome tear Somebody, let me cry Before the time has past Before it gets too hard Somebody, let me cry To love and accept this life Even when it’s hard I saw your brother die
I heard your mother scream I stood and stayed still I was eating cookie dough ice cream I never liked my neighbor
When he spit on me, I hated him more He still wants to shake my hand I still want to call him a whore Now when I walk I pretend I’m on the phone I wear a mask for the spit I hope he dies alone It’s been quite hard To be home and eat Chips Ahoy And I keep getting spam emails From the Dallas Cowboys I don’t know what they want I don’t live in Dallas So I delete the emails And pour more wine into my chalice Is this a time to reflect? Or is this a time to get fat? It’s a time to get drunk daily It’s a time to yell at my cat In solitude I have learned That 3 naps a day is fine But take out the trash and do the dishes? That is where I draw the line People call me and say hello They ask how I am, I say that I’m fine But little do they know I’m lying on the floor with my chalice of wine No. I’m not an alcoholic Please, do not be a jerk I’m just a growing boy And my habits are just a fun quirk People are being productive Well, honestly so am I I’ve drank through every hangover And now I'm getting high Now's the time to learn a language Now's the time to learn guitar But really there’s no time like the present To eat some shrooms and then pee on a car It's better than spending my time Glued to my phone, head down Instead, I’m snorting some good stuff And for some reason I'm wearing a wedding gown Its 9AM and it's time for bed But in quarantine, the party never stops Yes, I may have lost all my friends But now no one’s around to call the cops Jesus walked on water
But was he quick? Or did he take his time Kissing every drip Bananas
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