Azos

 The last time the last time 

I wrote it 

Didn’t come oot come off

Right

Left what is left? Give up no

No

Pink dress

Covered in stars 

Not as frilly as you’ll remember 

Fur around her boots

But her 

Hair 

Two puffs

Two puffs 

Latina face

But she she intergalactic 

Not from here not one of us

No

Do not

Birthday girl 

Happy

Not you brought me joy

A creep 

But your energy 

Your full

Of life 

Dancing 

Well

On behalf of

The creeps

Live 

Give beauty 

You wave goodbye 

 I Wave back 

You 

Will 

Never 

Know there is a poem 

About You .

Everything I needed to say 

I said to you 

Myself.

The poem lives

As you

Give life:

There is more beauty in the world.

Basin

 There are rules to this bitch

Reincarnation

What in darnation 

Frustration

Pink carnation 

And lies the truth 

Reminder 

Remainder 

Gravitational field 

The basin

Hilda holy water

To wash

Wash 

Away

A way 

Your sins 

Here I Go… Too Late

 So I went outside 

I was not 

At least I don’t 

Think

I fucked up. 

I read a muse a poem…

About themselves.

I broke the rules 

The laws 

Of 

Beauty

The 

Vows 

Of truth. 

I read a muse her poem.

I became creep

Creepy creeping creeper 

Her friend putting up a fight to stay in her 

Black dress, seemed to suggest a pep 

Talk might 

Might 

But 

I didn’t think 

Thunk

Should thinked

I’m creep I read her a poem to make her feel 

Feel

Feel 

Feel better.

I made it worse. 

Worse 

Was the poem really that bad?

Cool girl revisited

 You are so fucken cool 

Bangs 

I’m a sucker for bangs

And the Beanie 

Perfect hair

Patty Hearst 

You are 

A dream I had 

The coolest fucken girl

Here I go 

She sang the cool 

Song 

Alll I ever wanted…

Be cool 

Cool 

If’s cool 

It’s 

It is mall I ever wanted 

Honest Lady

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So I was in line

At the Starbucks

When I came across an honest lady 

She either started small talk  or I did 

I wasn’t paying attention 

Blah blah blah

I hate to disappoint you lady but….look 

At me.

why would I …

But hold the horses

Why the long 

Face

what -

What

She said-

That was the kicker

Blah blah blah

She said “I’m good at faking interest in people…blah blah

I don’t like being around others… bla blah 

It’s part of my job… bla blah

That it is ironic 

she’s around 

Them alll the time…

Blah

Her face long 

Bony

Brown hair

Sandals on her feet

Like 

She stepped off a Greek urn-

An urn that’s seen some shit..

Blah blah blah 

[urn baby earn- 

disco -

Inferno.

No thank you I almost get our- 

She started to talk about her brother 

Being the opposite. 

I mention Attachment Theory

I suggest …

I imply

Encouraged

She look into it… 

A lot of people like her

Don’t stand a chance until….

Blah blah 

It makes her angry.

Its Like I called her dumb- 

Blah

I see her sometimes talking to randoms.

I think it’s part of her job.

I thought she worked with marine animals,

Or just animals in general.

To her 

Maybe 

Blah 

What’s the difference 

[ don’t meet many honest people 

Most just are horrible people 

Telling it like it is 

No filter

Crass 

Common

Tackless ][this might be its own thing reword}

[ if she learned about Attachment Theory 

She  might see 

She lying to herself 

The way 

I lie to myself 

We need others.

Maybe 

Blah 

I wasn’t paying attention]

Untitled n’ stuff

[she is 

Mercurial.

Her whim moves with an alacrity.

It is 

Nebulous 

Like the air

In cotton candy-

It’s barely a whisper

Of an

Anything-

An Apparition, out 

Of thin air.

Thin

Thick

Heir 

To

The first chill of the winter.

Nebulous-

If you know what I mean?

Do you know what I 

Mean?

Enough

There is enough art in me to 

Fill

A thousand suns.

I never fear 

Losing it

For 

It 

Is 

I

My art will live on

I have no-

Doubt,

Regret,

Children-

My art willl live on

I never had any children of my own.

There were so many women 

Who thought that was a bad a idea

And the one

Crazy enough-

Enough 

Just not enough. 

Teasing 

“Hot enough for you?”

Enough is enough.

There is a mountain high enough,

There is a valley low enough.

I have enough wisdom to 

light up

The moon-

It’s enough for 

Me

Even if I was 

Never 

Enough for you.

Fair enough?

Alone, leave, enough, well.

Leave well enough alone…

Enough?

Well?

Viking Goth

I guess the best way to describe him

Is like uh, Viking Goth?

I dunno. 

The dude is super tall dressed in black and 

Eyeliner I think…

I dunno it’s like going to a zoo-

And seeing something new

Beard  creepy eye contacts ect 

With eye liner-

He’s trying too hard

I try too, but holy

Fuck!

I’ve never seen one in the wild.

Then again-

at this dive, there is a dude…

Who dresses up in a rainbow body suit 

(Mask the whole bit)

to 

Sing karaoke-

So, I  guess 

Silver medal Viking goth…

You can’t win them all. 

An old song in America

(Part III to A new song in America Series)

an old song

has been sung in America

many reluctant voices
all in
harmony.

the voice
we hear
is our
fear.

an old song after
another.

We sing together,
a choir
of survivors.

We sing,
We must
We must
Yes –
but do we have too?

Next Tues

 She was, is, was-

A bit of a,

Uh, umm-

(I have it written down somewhere) 

see you next Tuesday or Thursday 

Later.

As,

We, do -

the wave..

Goodbye.

Wave, wave. 

Now surf-

It’s the latest-

The surfer stomp:

Dance-

It’s the latest 

Craze

She was a bit, 

Craze, craze

All the Rage.

Latest-

later-

All the Rage.

A fad.

Super sonic,

The S is for super-

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird it’s a plane…

She was a bit -

A tad -

A pinch -

Sugar and spice.

Alll the rage.

But,

She was a bit.

She was a bit much.

A bit 

Ch ch ch ch

Turn and face the strange.

Ch ch

Why xwhyz?

Bit But Because:

"If I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter."

she said.

Poem Scraps II

[Before the whole cookie crumbles]

and the days feel like they are getting shorter,

and shorter

the light is dimming,

and the shadows

grow longer,

 spreading 

until it becomes the night

Turning down noble prizes like Jean Paul Sartre 

The Christmas card

my mother gave me-

was 

blank with the exception of my name

Hey Viking Goth.. 

Jason mamowa called wait…

(is that how you spell it?)

Had I been even slightly better lookin 

I would have ended up 

listenin to Hip Hop and learning Tagalog 

I can not fly, without you,

but 

refuse to fall

by myself

[Thought I'd  expand my horizons-

I'd never dated a Persian girl before.]

You held on

and now sing this song 

about how everything went wrong.

sing about the grief 

but oh the relief 

such relief

Wha or Nothin Rhymes with Else

You fought it with all you had.

You can tell everyone 

in a full page Sunday ad-

Your hands left raw, blistered and bleeding

from holding on

to what was already gone-

and won't be needing.

You held on,

empty handed-

Confess now...

Was it my pride

were we landed

 or 

our vow to 

die or ride

Regardless

It's what the script demanded 

Sittin with an empty cup.

You can say didn't quit

when nobody brings it up.

Shout about it or put it on the shelf-

You can say you toughed it out,

when the conversation is about something else.

It was dumb 

a waste of time 

even you can admit

this shit was not worth mentioning in rhyme 

Haunt them from below 

and above ground.

Flaunt all you want,

when there's no one around.

Cry all you like,

just don't make a sound.