I want to get under your skin
Infect your within
Shot of my witch’s brew
It might make you itch
Though
At first
Then thirst
You feel the spirit of me
Almost physically
Vibrationally
Thirst turns to burn
The pilot light
Is on
Fuel parasite
Maybe useful it be
We will see

Mister
Ain’t you gonna change those clothes?
It’s a sorta cute outfit
I suppose
But pretty soon
That whole ensemble
Is gonna get up and walk on its own

Most times we pray
And we’re not on our knees
So we forget we’re praying
Sometimes we’re taking things for granted
And forgetting to be thankful
And give homage to that which is greater than myself
The Rhythmic
Nature
Miracles
And failures
Hoping
To not fail
And rely on
Rhythm
Not miracles
Sometimes
We reject
It gets boring after a while
Rhythm
Sometimes we do it in large groups
**** gets real with the rhythm
When the rhythm twangs too much off key
All asunder it goes
Rhythm with no flow
Scribbles on a paper,
Cross other colors
Make a unique mix
Maybe cross again one day
But God is better than me, so God sees those squiggles in different colors.  
Maybe God thinks I have a unique- colored
Squiggle
But that’s probably what everyone
Thinks

I aim to connect you
Either with understanding my point of view
Or introducing you to something entirely new
I want to help you identify
With something you might not have recognized
I want you to know you don’t have to apologize
I want to share my insides
Splayed between the moon and tides
In the most comfortable yoga pose
Any guru imagined could be
Each poem is a snapshot of me
And as much as I give to it
I can’t control what you will see
Most likely it will be me
Not as beautiful as I wish I could be
But that’s always true of reality

Blinded by the light
Revved up like a deuce
Another runner in the night
-     -     -
Madman drummers bummers
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps
As the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder
Feelin’ kinda older
I tripped the merry go round
With this very unpleasin’
Sneezing and wheezing
The calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground!

Trying to appear edgy
Not smooth
Rough neither
Wannabe something in between
Smedgy
That’s you, white bread
Pretending to be exotic
Smedgy

Cracks
Like spiderwebs
Filters
Really
Of what we allow ourselves to see
Living inside the bowl
Pretending to be free
I stare at this one way screen
Wondering if you’re watching me
Building webs
Diligently

Round and round
Descending spiral of insults
I can see
That’s where you want to go
I hope I have the good sense
To climb

We don’t talk
About the sweet spot
But we know that it is there
Hit occasionally
Like an ****** through the air
He need put in no effort to ring my bell
It’s just a matter of being himself

I’ve
Started a poem
Then picked a boogar
On a two year old
It could have been an interesting poem
But the boogar was more important
And maybe it boils down to
A boogar on a two year old
Few more things are more pressing
Than a boogar on a two year old

I am an insignificant
Frail and faulted human being
So when it comes to questioning
The powers that be
It is extremely presumptuous of me
But I can’t help but wonder
When it comes to armpit and ***** hair
“**** it, Mother Nature;
Was that really necessary?”

Dear Tile Selector
On Words With Friends
It's clear you have an issue
Not sure what I ever did to you
But you act like my dog bit you
Did I flirt once with your man
Is he the spinner stopper on
Trivia Crack?
Cuz that spinner seems to like me
But you got it in your Scrabbly mind
That you want to smite me

Sometimes
I feel tingly and on top
Others
Itchy and on bottom
Fluctuation
Plurally
Sometimes
Is otherwise
Almost always
Numb and in middle

It’s not a big thing
But it stopped a big thing
Which previously
I thought no thing could be
The thorn and the crown
The “**** girl, you let yaself down”
The “when and if he comes back around
He may listen, but he won’t believe”
The girl who apparently
Got cheap tricks up her sleeve
He ain’t missing nothing
Smartest to leave

We fell apart quickly
After falling together
Real slow
Don't really want it that way
But it's the only way it can go

It could potentially be
A sickness
Maybe
Look at all this
Bleed
Senselessly
The only benificiary
Me
I could be draining  you
Selfishly
Just to make this poetry
Creating for attention
Pushed upon you
About you, too
Then
Pressure
On what I want you to do
Guilt trips, too
Placed permissionlessly
You have never encouraged me
Here I be
Stubbornly
Or a sickness
Maybe
Either way
You are the innocent party
Getting bled on publicly

Repeating five times
“Please don’t do that again”
Might as well be begging
A breeze from gale wind
The storm in the middle
Is where you choose to stay
Knowing that you
Should get out of the way

Timmy the tick
On a high blade of grass
Spied a delicious looking
Furry thing
Sleeping
Near the back path
At sunrise he started
Making his way
Getting all through the yard
Took the entire day!  
Timmy made it
And got all the way there
Only to find
A furry teddy bear

How do you stay grounded and sane
When you’re the best
And it’s been that way
Barely a contest
Everyone bows
Kowtows
Tell you you’re great
Repeating every line you say
Going so far out of their way
For a sliver of attention
You may, or may not pay
But either way
They will say
A repeat of some fake fantasy
That you and they
Jammed and played
And now they claim to know you
Intimately
And you’re like “what the heck is that one’s name?”
But you play the game
Smiling and nodding and many
Hand shakes
So much work
And Fuckery and Fakes
To build up a legend
But that’s what it takes

What happens to all the feels
Unrequited?
Do they evaporate?
Shrink into a lonely fate?
Chasing something
And forever too late
Does it eventually frustrate?
I wonder if it turns to hate

I put words in lines
And some of them rhyme
The illusion of poignancy
From one lame thought
Spread out
And about
To make something invisible
That someone can clearly see
Give the formless a body
The miracle of poetry

I want to whisper in your ear
As loudly and publicly
As a secret can possibly be
Open for everybody
Whispering audaciously

What is it
That causes my mind
To occasionally wander
Towards you
After years of no contact?
What kind of magic
Was created in the collision of us
The cursed blessing
Temporary
Yet not

“Hit the road, Jack”
Just might be the most
Poignant line
In all of music

Some poets take you on a journey
Exquisitely planned
Mapped out to the letter
Sunset safari soufflé
Other poets
Present snapshots
Balanced and in full color
Hit ya with the short and sweet
Both ways to get there
I guess
I wish I had more
Sunset in me

There it was
The Word
Undeniably unpopular
But true
Sorry the burden to say it
Had to fall on you

At this moment I am at Peace
With what we will never be
Maybe
But I’m still not really free
Do I have to stop wanting
And trying
To be at Peace?
Is Peace only found when it’s in the past
Or can I still try?
And remain at Peace
Is trying the opposite of being at Peace?
How can I accept what may never be
When there’s still so much of that “may”
In me?

Most of the world’s diamonds
Are still buried in dirt

I see you suffering
Behind the mask
Of smiles
That never reach your eyes
I’ve met your kind before
You would rather pretend to ignore
I do not push
I pretend too
I hope that is the best thing
To do for you

I want to say
One day it will be too late
But that wouldn’t be true
I cannot imagine
There will be a date
I wouldn’t go running to you

I enjoyed so much about you
But it wasn't enough for you
You needed to be seen as perfect
To judge my heart be true
You can't be perfect
And unwilling to take criticism
Perfect people
Know how to listen.

I should be embarrassed
Standing here naked
For all to see
But nobody is paying
Any attention to me
So here I post
Determinedly
Someday
Someone will see
Whoever it be
The right one for me
Will
Tie me up
While setting me free

Trying to write a poem with nothing to say
Hoping inspiration comes my way
Nope
Not yet
There is nothing,
I'll bet
But I force it to come
And be ** hum
Because ** hum is
Relatable
I could write about anything
Most of us know, but
Who hasn't hoed
A couple of hums
Typing hums out
On the tips of their thumbs?

Sometimes being corny can work
Sometimes it cannot
But corny is undeniable
And inexplicable
Known when it's seen
Without so much as a mugshot

I stood there
Looking at him
Adoringly
For faaaaaaar toooooo looooong
And then caught a big attitude
With him
Because he didn’t tell me to leave

I ache for you
And the hole you will someday fill
Hopefully, one day
If Fate be what she will
Perhaps it's fate to never meet
And ache all my life through
But I can't settle for a substitute
I'd rather wait for you
Whoever you may be
Whatever you may do
I hope when you finally show up
I will recognize you

He is built of the Earth
And I am made of the sea
He has good reason to fear
Dissipation in me
But oh how badly
***** water
I wish to be

I go off
Whether you notice
Or not
Check out other spots
There’s gotta be one
Somewhere
Who I’d rather love than you
It would be healthy for me to
Focus on someone new
I know this to be true
And if I know you
You wish it for me, too
Wonder what a girl can do
With everything I’ve learned
Through you

I've been talking to the masked bandit
And I think he's the one who
Is having trouble handling it

Do I owe an explanation
If I disappear
Ghosting the ghost
Who never did hear
What good is a dramatic exit
Of an empty room
No doors to slam
No wheels to burn rubber
All this flim flam
Forever undiscovered
Time
Effort
Heart on a sleeve
Wasted speech as I leave
Empty

I want her to love frogs
And mud
I hope she never stresses over
Underwear lines
Or crams her feet into too small shoes
I hope she grows up
Breaking lots of rules

My grandson is being attacked
From the inside out
Or maybe outside in
But that poor child
Has the itchiest skin
They call it eczema
And give him bunches of creams
But nothing really  works
Or so it seems
My daughter has searched far and wide
For relief for this poor child
She even wrapped up his whole body
In ace bandages filled with medicine
And kept him like that for the day
She also made use of oven mitts
Held on by duct tape
I wish I could find some miracle cure
For this poor child’s skin
But I am completely helpless to aid
In  attacks coming from within

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you
I broke apart my insides
(Help me) I’ve got no soul to sell
(Help me) The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
I wanna ******* like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside
I wanna ******* like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to God
You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything
I wanna ******* like an animal

If I were Frida
You would be me
If you were the vote
I’d be Susan B. Anthony
If I were a slave
You’d be being free
I am a poet
You are my muse
Maybe against your will
I have put you to use
It is a theft, really
To create art out of someone’s energy
But how can one steal
Something that’s free?  
It’s probably not easy being me
But from my point of view
It seems to be
What more could an artist ever wish for
Than such an incredible muse?
It’s rhyme
And a chaos of words
Right
And left
And mostly right
And then,
Mostly left again
All over the place
Yet so focused
Obviously not bogus
But that’s just from my point of view
I have no idea what it feels like
To be the muse
I do know, for sure
I wouldn’t be as good as you
The perfect muse

You are the constant
Who I would choose
First
The yardstick of the strongest wood
Smacking up against my thighs
Filling me up with red and fire
And so what if it’s all a fake?
Only true for my own sake
Maybe I owe you an apology
For taking your apathy
So personally

I thought
By writing poetry
I'd be using words like iridescent
Or inevitability
But I'm just a blue collar girl
So I use glow
Or surely
To portray the same words
Less glamorously

I have set my limit
Given my conditions
And now I must live with it

Being remembered by millions of people is no more impressive than being known and loved by tens of people.

If you were a bunny
You’d have the fluffiest, cottonest tail
If I needed to carry water
You’d be the pailiest pail
If I needed to cross the ocean
You’d be the windiest catching sail
If you were a day
You’d be the most breezy and sunniest
If you were a fried egg
Your yolk would be at the perfect runniest
If you were a lawn
You’d have the greenest, softest grass
If you were a dump
You’d have the cleanest trash
If you were a beach
Parking would always be free
If you were a plant
You’d be the tallest, most beautiful tree
If you were a mother
You’d be the ****** Mary
If you were a telescope
You’d reveal every sight in the universe to see
If you were a drug
There would be no side effects
If you were a journey
You’d be the Everest trek
If you were a drink
You’d be the purest water known
If you were a light
You’d be the shiniest one ever shone
If you were stairs
You’d be an escalator
But since you are you
You’re the greatest of the great
At what you do

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don’t know

We just met
And I don’t know if it’s stalking
Or kismet
However
It is
That you know me so well
Is it beautiful
Or terrifying?
I cannot tell