Losses

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I’m not afraid of my city, the way people once behaved as one might catch cancer if they came close to me.

Stranger hours bring strangers in the darkness and the night closes down the city.

In the darkness there’s a hiding place for everyone.

In everyone there’s a place where darkness resides.

We reside where the damp air creates webs around street lights

Where the lights cast only enough to break into the air thick as Texas toast.

I’ll meet you for breakfast at 3 a.m. for toast and coffee.

We’ll watch the steam rise up from our cups of coffee like dew around streetlights.

And you shake the dew from your mackintosh, remove your toque and hang them like a perspective on the coat rack.

Missing you reminds me of the perspective that life and loss walk the same road though we feel so alone.

And you say I’m alone now. You ask me to come back and love you again.

Again I rise to leave a man who is the loss of who walks along the empty street next to me.

I’m lost I tell you, and love left with you so long ago.

So long I say as I pick up my own coat from my seat in the booth.

And leave you there to feel the loneliness and look at the empty seat as I did before you arrived.

#keepitalive

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Dedicated to you – and you know this is for you.

Losing My Words

Renting this space, a greedy silence hangs a picture’s worth of words

Everyone could see that

Thousands thousands

swallowed whole by memory’s avarice.

Wishing wells charge a nickel for spitting change at our feet.

Copper coins disguising restless dreams for your thoughtlessness.

Ascending into the ravenous night

It’s darker still craving the whispering of sleep

Chattering then erased by the hands of desert heat

and devouring each frame by the sun’s first light.

Expensive gifts in extending hands

the size of a Harem’s ego. I can hear someone in the receiver

who’s listening in and plagiarizing quotes.

Hiding far away in a bustling bazaar

Where running and tripping into stalls and onto vendors

indicate a thief tried and given a sentence.

Reading between the lines

I only want what’s mine.

Leaping over puddles of words, dreaming I’m

a pink dancer whirling above

A hundred piece band playing

paragraphs behind that bow tied man, accenting notes and striking up chords.

In a pit they pluck, strike, beat, bow, blow, then

Towards the audience men stand and bend like commas

At the waist, ladies genuflect.

Holding onto their middle class accents audience exclaiming brilliance – encore.

Long and short vowels cover their heads like hats.

Musical words left behind all the birds

As they fly over a zoo of prepositions.

Phrases dangled from around the neck

Of a depressed lexicographer.

His tears streaking down his white powdered

Face. Why so sad wordsmith? He looked up

And sighed. Oh my dear what’s happened to my canon?

To our language? It’s all but died – tears streaming into a run-on life’s sentence.

Sitting atop the bridge of his nose helping him ny gathering any

Remaining portmanteaus.

Trying to rescue each noun and verb from

The grated gateway to the sewers below, too late to save them

From washing away- forgetting all the prepositions.

I haven’t a clue which path to take, from where, in or on whom, towards what end?

Explaining forever – masked, patiently you listened

superiorly, knowingly. Yet if I knew the definitions of ”milk”

And ”salt” is that all I’d add to the conversation?

Then three letters, frozen into a word, not steaming out of the kettle nor washing me clean of any guilt.

Still and quietly hanging inside the blackest cave I can recall stalagmites and stalactites and which hang and which protrude.

If I misunderstood you correctly, earthly teeth can be very dangerous,

Yet losing my directives for heavens sake, my pronouns – I got it all wrong.

For she, he, them

Or we and us, yet neither him nor her,

Could spend days waiting for anyone

not to remember.

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You Just Got Sold

Sing to the tune of J Giles Band – Angel is a Centerfold (for all you 80s friends out there you know it) but it works as a nice stand alone poem too – I’m an anti Facebook person and now Instagram blew it too -selling out to Facebook! Enjoy!

Facebook Friends You Got Sold

Perhaps you’re wondering why you rarely see my updates anymore,

But here’s an update, a flash bulletin:  Facebook’s a pimp and you’re their whore.

Flaunting your data in dark corporate corners around the united interweb

Selling everything once held private to everyone who’s interested.

My updates old

My memories are just like Gold

Facebook friends – you just got sold!

Facebook friends – you just got sold!

Facebook tells you when I’m sleeping and somehow, when I’m not

If I’m too tired to pen an update, some think, “what a snot!”

Friends might sigh and ask themselves, “she’s always been so hautey!”  

When honestly, I seriously was just reading in the potty.

My updates old

My memories are just like Gold

Facebook friends – you just got sold!

Facebook friends – you just got sold

Neither could I care if your kid went poop or took a nap,

Furthermore, why should I care when you think you might have yourself a gap.

To use Facebook as a forum for announcing births or deaths and such

It’s something I cannot handle, using Facebook too, too much.

My updates old

My memories are just like Gold

Facebook friends – you just got sold!

Facebook friends – you just got sold

So if you want to reach me mail a letter, text or voice upon your phone

And if conventional’s inconvenient, do a fly by via drone.

I’m just  a shout, an SMS, an email from being in your life.

However, don’t expect Facebook to tell me about your lovely wife.

I’m sorry if I have offended anyone inadvertent if your needs,

But I’m not Facebook’s bitch to slap around for corporate greed.

When I got engaged I thought a moment to send something you would have “liked.”

Ill considered when you think about how my spam box would have spiked.

My updates old

My memories are just like Gold

Facebook friends – you just got sold!

Facebook friends – you just got sold

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