“You Know I’m Kidding”
Hello, best friend, it’s been a while
since I have seen that stupid smile.
Your teeth are stained, your breath is rank.
Please, won’t you close that smelly tank?
Have you put on a few more pounds?
I know how awful this must sound,
but honey, you can’t wear those jeans;
If you bend down, you’ll rip the seams.
Your hair looks kind of strange today,
in an “I’m trying to look ugly” way.
You should have taken one look more
before you walked out your front door.
So guess what Jenny did with Dean?
That’s more action than you’ve seen.
Oh, now you have something to say?
Well, tell it to me another day;
No matter what, it can’t be great
it’s not like you had a hot date
or ever think important thoughts.
I think it’s best if I just talk.
Hey, where did you go buy those shoes?
Oh, that place is yesterday’s news.
The fashions there are so uncool.
I can’t believe you wore those to school!
Oh, there’s my boyfriend walking past,
and don’t you have to go to class?
Don’t mope; you’re ugly when you sigh.
I’ll see you later, best friend! Bye!
Reality
The world is cold
but for the small warms.
The night is black
but for the distant stars.
The universe is empty
but for the few masses.
Humans are hateful
but for the rare heart.
Sonnet 10
Confusion makes me stop and hold my head.
Destructions self-aimed flood my sullied mind.
I’m moments from the pain known by the dead
and ages from the bliss known by the blind.
The spinning of the world obscures the scale
of judgment; gravity cannot decide
which way is up or down, and still more frail
are human versions of the side-to-side.
And I am trapped between the darkest light
and brightest shadow, each posing as gray.
Still after fighting horrors of the night,
I face a fierce apocalyptic day.
All simple love has perished from the face
of man; a senseless hatred stole its place.
New
into unfathomable depth reaches black.
forsaken silent spirit
drowning, choking, suffocating,
a cold and creeping seizing,
darkness swirling, withering legs
like dying spider’s twitch,
black brain softening,
dully aching
and spongey
soaking ink,
and thread by thread
fraying from existance..
but
A world of Sunshine
compressed into membranes,
contained,
Spheres Aglow, drifting on impalpable currents
through ink, blindness, depth.
here is a last small Hope.
one desperate finger,
reflecting grotesque bone,
black with blotting shadow
and thirsty for light.
it reaches…
one touch
and-
Bright,
Lightning Flash!
Illumination!
Piercing
Quiver of Lights!
Chain Reaction,
Flashing World,
Chemical Brilliance,
Sunlight Finds Eternity!
Forever Is White!
and All black secrets are Laid Bare,
then Blasted
rip-torn from flesh,
shrieking worms of shadow,
swallowed by the Light,
and forgotten…
and There you Stand,
Naked,
Fresh,
Warm,
Free,
Glowing in New Sunshine.
Sonnet 9
To be in love, condition potent-pure,
is letting go of self, of time, of care,
and falling down without a hope of cure
and finding that it’s much more happy there.
To be in love is like a state of death
when she, your love, is gone from out of sight.
Your chest constricts without your lover’s breath
to keep your soul from leaving overnight.
To be in love is working to the bone
and never wanting something in return.
Enough it is to never feel alone
and feel white comfort’s coolness ease your burns.
To be in love is wanting nothing more
than being with one person evermore.
