Mud covered gloves
Fat boy slim man
Teaching our children
Not to be ashamed
Of their pet angels
Attention attention
A blue umbrella
In a black boot
Pictures on the door
Clocks in the kitchen
I am living someone else’s life
And it’s fun
I know It’s not forever
In piles
and Out piles
To do’s
and dones
Folded napkins
Crumbs on a chair
Heart shaped sunglasses
Leopard print socks
Gun toting action figure
Gingerbread Christmas tree ornament
A monkey in a tie
Serving you a banana
On a plate
Frozen nothing
Bullshit fucking tolls
Fussing with the data charts
I’m finding it hard
To believe we’re in heaven
There are bearded men
And nice ladies
On all sides
What do they want for me
What do I want from them
Companionship
A purpose
A lie
A lie
down
Sometimes we say the opposite
Of what we mean
We think it helps the boredom
It doesn’t
Rats under cars
Placing things
Under the radar
Finding What we are meant to lose
Walking that path
Tasting something different
In that same mud.
I would love some tea
Thank you
Human connection?
Don’t mind if I do.
With a side of love.
Why not.
It’s a Tuesday.
(This poem was originally recited on December, 9 at Rozz Tox in Rock Island, Il)
Schwervon! 