Probate
Cacophonies of silence fill this place.
My eardrums burst with ev’ry muted shout,
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
I represent the thousands of my race
Who know the pain of which I talk about.
Cacophonies of silence fill this place
And I daren’t move; not even for a pace.
New families could quickly cast me out,
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
Seven stand, though more began the race;
Seven strong – weary, but still stout.
Cacophonies of silence fill this place.
From bloody anchor to the bloody ace,
Our grit – do not mistake it for a pout.
Though fear shall not appear upon my face,
I march across the sands bearing the mace.
Who knows the pain of which I talk about?
Cacophonies of silence fill this place…
Though fear shall not appear upon my face.
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A Happy Poem
i know that you will be there
in the next lifetime
when i am pokey
and you are gumby
damn it
and the world is sculpted
in psychedelic colors
by george pal
and we have adventures with
that fag hag come lately
named blue
whatever she is
and that dinosaur, too
and i will be there
the next time around
when you are ernie
and i am bert
a brilliant combination of
yellow and orange
as i eat my oatmeal
and organize my bottle caps
i wonder why you can’t just
put down the duckie
if you wanna play the saxophone
and a thousand lifetimes from now
you can be the neo to my morpheus
because i’ll obsess until i know that
you are the one
and trinity can stay at home
or we could be two kittens in some
old lady’s house, biting and
wrestling each other
knocking over priceless knickknacks
and not giving a care because
the playful taste of your
ear in between my teeth makes
up for any damage to gertrude’s
faberge eggs
or i could be smucker’s
strawberry jam
spread thick and wide across
a slice of wonder bread
covering your creamy brown jif
(choosy mom’s choose it, you know)
melding into one entity as we are
bitten and chewed and swallowed
for digestion never felt as good
as it does when jif met smuckers
and now i don’t know whether
to call you or fix
myself a sandwich
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