Responsible Improbable

My ears
They're tuned to hear the heavy gasps
The sharp intake of breath
The childish whimper of shock
The thuds
The smacks
The vulgar verbal assault.
This bloated face with drifting eyes
That waver in their gaze
I smell the smoke and lack of oxygen
The bowels and the gut
My chest is attached to hers
And unaware of its own existence.
Repulsive touch
Repulsive thoughts
Repulsive tears
Those are not yours
Yet you give.
We breathe
I breathe
But she stops
And you are to blame
You selfish bastard.


-----------------------------------


Not even really a poem
I don't care
Just had to

The Liberty Bell

Her dirty laundry that she'd rather
Throw away than ever wash
Unclean memories
She never liked the grime
And I guess that in time
Storms will weather to fade the colors
Bleached by salt
Trimmed like hedges
The chirping of the birds rang shrill
As if gently banging lead
On the insides of tin cans
She wasted her lines
And cast out all her rope
For nothing more than an awfully thin
Hollow hope
While the others flailed in a flurry
To settle their nests
She laughed and dawdled
As they hurried with heavy hearts
Hers too light
That it rose high into the sky
And burst in the sun
The city groaned as the sloppy chores
Never were attended to
She knocked over the cones they passed through
So that those behind her lost their way
And as the others claimed their homes
She had nowhere to stay


--------------------------------------------------


Can't believe I could be so stupid sometimes to forget.
Can't believe I'd let some destroy the whole.
One wonderful gift,
That could secure the past,
And offer hope to the future,
Will be with me forever.
I won't let myself be bitter.

Infinite

The cold wind blew her hair across her face
And I whispered her name under the gust
As she sang loudly and out of key
About how she wanted to escape
She didn't hear me
And that's exactly how it needed to be.
When we reached the mouth of the woods
She said for me to take the lead
But I was lost and out of place
And didn't know which paths to trace.
So I stumbled out of line
And ran between the bushes and the trees
Caught my face in webs and leaves
While singing my own song
Short
And sweet
And completely unheard.
We mechanical dreamers
We selfish stars
With clammy hands
And shaky fingers
We live and die in the struggle
To feel infinite.

Eulogy

Who would have thought that such a sunny day
Would spell the ending out in a backwards fashion
Senile transgression
The beating bump of the bass
You blew the smoke near my face
And the men in blue took our names
Though while it's hard to comprehend
That we'll all stumble to dead ends
I still remember the way the rays
Made the red so vibrant
And did I not feel the pang
Though the phone never rang
And did it not strike a chord
Of diminished energy
I wonder what closed eyes see
After long kept in the dark
Who would have thought
Tell me, who would have thought
That I would whisper your name between sobs
Who would have thought
That following our sardonic laughter
I would breathe in all that you left
And if I scowl and wilt and rumble
If I fall and cave and crumble
I will not honor your good name
It will not change
A damn thing


-----------------------------------------------------


I will never forget you.