could I be any more ****** over?
or is it a truth more real
than any ******
to find yourself
writhing
alone to Tchaikovsky
whilst perusing
Plath
and the bells toll
as Für Elise begins and Sylvia
and I together
watch
"The stars go waltzing out in blue and red"
and make it plausible
in our heads?

I 've company here
under the weeping willow
the lone lovebug  with two wings
a sterile bunny
a jack-o-lantern dark and haunting
we sit in
unison
in one for all we sing
a woeful song
and forlornly
gaze into
the starless
sky
formally dressed
in shirt and tie
the pumpkin
just sits naked  
staring

I've not only lost reality
I lost the taste of saltiness
the granular sand 'tween my toes feel
the rush of flesh
being peeled back open
sharing throes wetness kisses
unabashedness
track of tracks
where are they going
on into a distance I am stunted frozen
wide eyed  stunned
at the fastness it
happened

came the view again
rose colored
thornless

how I wish I might free myself
from the same old fears
year after year

***
I never thought of  
of status quo

I just went
crashing
against the walls

logical had
nothing to do with me
it was for real

abstinence
of every rule
out of eyesight

I caught afire
drew the fire on
drew me amidst

a flame
and went
completely

******* mad
like Syd did
sang on

shined as
long as I could

I almost stumbled upon success
just a rhyme caught on
the wind blown over the sun

then I found Roy in me his
voice
everybody thought it was
Roger

parody and history do
give the success
a tainted pink

but I was in the driver's seat
and the records came out
a thing

fell into places

made a way

and my vinyl
cover was me
*****

but hey
success

we flirted in the biblical
senses
quite properly
Victorian
had that dance
in the middle of the
party her
days at learning proper prose
became a flaming tempest
as we snuck out past the veranda
not even thinking about
anything but dancing long on the moon's
silent song or the leaves memory
so long we floated
above the stars the sky clouds
her hoop skirts
crinolines corsets
chemise
had long fallen to her knees
into my arms she rushed
we sailed upon the whispering breeze
like  floating paper lanterns glowing
tied together never landing
made the way to
Heaven real, absorbed resolved died cucified we
gathered ourselves together
and I swear ,
though I think of her almost
nightly
and she haunts me ,
I have not seen her since.
I went on to marry some
rich matriarch.

I gave the old man my knife
he cut the bread
we shared it through
the kingdom far

he was Sunni
I a Shiite
our children ate together

Muhammad
sat at the table
the date 632 AD
our difference
I said at the time
Hoseph , such a small qualm

he sat glaring in indifference
as if
I was a different religion
an invading sect

to this day our children grow up in hate
share never the bread or
the wisdom

but hate

and is it what Muhammad said ?

Hate **** desecrate my sacred memory?

Time has told, unfortunate.

counted to one second
three of thems
forgot the next

had to take a breath
say I got dizzy
and sat down

all thems was hiding
got tired too
as they came close

to home I tagged them
what a trickster I was

a walk on part of the wall
tiptoeing brick to brick
balancing fears the same old

day after day things
wanting new
and a different horizon

with prairies
soft meadows
green lawns

on my mind I wavered
once
caught myself

went on

my eyes leveled
on the next step
my feet took

it

now I
balance upon a stick so far up
high no words
or eyes reach

I am suddenly
me

I don't care anymore
fall, fall

trying
trying to put all these pieces
together

sat I
did among the
enchanters

listening
believing all their lies
when

all
it was I was seeking I
suppose

was my innocence back

never a stranger to innocence
words that didn't listen
echoed off the walls from
so long ago

blasphemy
a learned language
from stargazing young
so long ago

hardness is what
escaped me hiding
in those clouds
I drew

on the walls in
cerulean crayon
and the ivory
candle I hugged

images unreal yet epic
caricuratures
of myself

building an ark
on the pages of our
family bible

more real

another straw  another paw
one more foot deeper I will
have it dug
another day
can I just pay
you death
a diamond
or my last two cents
buy you another
round
the green
absinthe
a shot
of the best
wait look
upon that
even that could
make a dead man
***
I will set you up
if you just
wait ten minutes,
to swing that scythe
I have to ***,
talk her up,
tell her the truth ,
for once,
I am gonna die,
see how it goes,
then you can
take me away

i wished for a
four octave voice
riches fame
abilities to make my
guitar cry and sing
the words to touch
the whole world
money and a beautiful wife

traded it for my happiness
so where the **** did I end up
on the end of a rubber noose
two ativan
in a
locked hotel bathroom
you never know

what you are trading your
soul for when you deal

with the devil

better check those
wishes

very

very

carefully

I am just so tired.....
that echoes in my mind,
I have heard it too many times.

only, is to be
banished
upon the next utterance
of  mine if I speak it.

if can be used only in comparisons
no ifs around here
unless if is for sure.

Maybe won't be said from this day on.
Someday I declare
is Now and where

only if maybe I
have a spare verb ready,
I should be used sparingly ,
we and us  are the

the proper pronouns

conjunctions are disallowed
their functions
suspicious as hell,

adverbs are devil tongued,
therefore or therefor I forget
their usage is banned

and  and is so lazy
and lame and criminal
from now on

i guess these rules
get you alarmed ****
but should have only one t

I was once a variance
annoyed by touch
a loner  the only one
I got a dog by chance
then two cats
that turned into three
and noticed
how touch was a necessity
my dog searched my hand out to
stroke her ears her head her neck
the three cats would not leave me alone rubbing and purring
I saw them arch their backs
and the dog smiled I think
with every touch
something changed
in my philosophy
by fur and eyes and loneliness
became a  daily ritual
of purring panting happiness
and so
I think
they tamed me

embellished with other's words
I seek , within, to find that crystal stream,
again, find
along the wooded paths
the lasting beautiful,
the origin the ******
a long last treasure buried
so deep and hidden,
so perpetual so unique
in plain sight,
it has been
forever, always right there
among the leaves
the cast aside treasures
of other's trash ,
that glow that comes when I discover
will make the sun blush,
I promise

there, I ended up,
not sure of why or how,
along the edge of the highest cliff
i could have found
anywhere within a thousand miles,
teetering. off balance
sobbing into the precipice below,
a note of importance and
a beautiful Indian necklace
grasped in my hand,
as an eagle soared above me majesticly
the four directions cardinal appeared
as I spoke my native language
to the upper world
calling came the
lower one.
I found my center
right there
as I jumped.

Memo

To:  Sally Yates  
Former Acting Attorney General of the United States

Madam Attorney General,
Your integrity and wisdom are heartening,  
in the shadow of the lying buffoon in office now,
your dedication to our country has been
duly noted.

This letter I am writing
is to encourage you to run
for our countries highest office
in 2020.

I nominate you for the office
of President of the United States.
And you are hot, in my opinion.
I wish to be your vice.

Sincerely,
word

Night

The night creeps.
The locusts buzz.
A fog seeps
in the humid air.

The night sighs.
A gentle wind teases.
Crickets rub thighs
while moonbeams breathe.

The night relates.
Blankets houses.
Hard hearts are softened.
My senses are aroused.


Samantha M. Whitman
Sept 1, 2014

I have been on this quest for years and years
trying to just perfect myself
make a glass obelisk trophy
i might put on my shelf an oddysey
to dream things
such as that
a goalless
win
in view of our society
the way our wins now
are weighed and viewed
in how many people
you have walked over
stepped on
on your way to the top

in the mourning June
the children sat  alone with no play toys
or food
the officials rode their
Porches and Rolls to work
spilled secrets out , both sides
their mouths
left and right vomiting,
had no empathy left,
for they were blighted
by wine and skills at lying,
billionaires and tyrants
have that in common,
and so we have evolved?
I think not.

amazing . I think,
how strong the willow stands after
being struck by lightning,
or the river returns to it's boundaries
once overflowing,
and that mountain,
took centuries
to get so tall
and the moon comes up
every night
no matter.
A miracle to me
it seems
all these things
and we , or most,
don't sit and toast them
with a glass of her wine,
or shout hurrah,
or thank god,
more often.

she reached down her hand
while looking me in the eye
touched me in places only the
greatest songs ever had

What is life I wondered with
George Harrison
and she never blinked
she heard it too

those beautiful eyes locked on mine
as I sang to myself
in my ****** voice
Stairway to Heaven!

it is distressing, just all of life and
how I see other's motivations
at times,  through certain incidences
I feel so sorry
for  others who go on blindly
following
the propaganda
the stupidity,
I rhyme in defiance
to all of that,
or in blind eyed
optimism, a furor freed,
I wish by god, for all of us,
for our little spinning world
to take each other's hands
one day and see
we are all
just alike,
just molecules and little
galaxies
with black holes
and the brightest suns.

today I have come full circle around
in perversity and  nuances
ask why if you are curious
my ****** thrills have been shown
too much on the internet
quickly finding
and watching so much
I got numb
I sought seeked sorted out some madness
in satisfactions
came up with one thing
that is hard to find
on google even when
incognito
I get a cheap thrill
knowing I am the only one
that gets off
on gnomes.
You can call me odd or off or
psychotic or deranged.
My neighbor who had ten
gnomes
and now five
calls me a thief.

you might as well
let Putin run the Oval office
I have heard the leaks and only one *******
try to defend
this Orange headed pecker
This situation
where he told the Russians
highly classified information
and put in danger
people's lives
and it was information shared to us
by one of our allies
we gonna get any more from them
not only has he put lives at stake
he has crippled the information link.
Disturbing
is not the word for it.
I call for his impeachment
and banishment to North Korea!
You are an idjut Trump!

again, just about to arrive
I got all involved in my feelings
my thoughts
forgot all about her needs
forgot her eyes
forgot she asked me to bring
home a gallon of milk
just driving ten thousand miles a minute
on this velvet wet highway
the stick shift revving
her up to only a hundred
so when I skidded in to
the driveway
I kissed her
like right in the garage
the kids heard my tires screech loudly
and then her shrieking
as she pulled my hair and
held my head tighter
they knocked on the door
but I said shuuushhh!
darling,
she busted out
laughing...

I slept in late because my E-butler germanium
crystles had leaked from his
Titanium clock
and you know  how those
time sleep castles work
so I missed  your v-mail
darling
just give me a minute to take my breakfast pills
I need to cut down on my calories
my head barely fits on the Apple I-*** 9
i have. I need to buy that latest one the Apple 13,
but my crystal orb of credit has been hacked
again
and the league of justifiers
and credit robots are of no help
can we make it tonight?
Our virtual meeting. My USB stick is hard and ready.
I can see your port is glistening.
Okay I will turn off the light show
of the large Magellanic cloud, I know how your eye LED's get.
Can we listen to some oldies though?
I heard this sound warp the other day
sounded so new.
Alexa said it was Classic Rock.

taffylike I sat melting
in my blue jeans
as she took my hand
and we gulped
the last sips of our Black Jack
and chugged the dregs of our tall Buds
I was already there

We ended up on the beach
running barefooted
nothing but endlesses seemed to wave on the dark seas
as our breath ran out fell
together
like two seagulls
on a crust of bread

a part of me is still there
now
and the stars flicker and waves crash
again
when I am alone
not ever dimmed
by time
or her leaving

At first, it was lies to tell girls
Friday night at the pub
I have this Trust my rich parent's left me, just a million
a year, **** them,
or I just passed the bar, gonna be a lawyer, hey hey , let me buy you a drink.
That is how I studied
storytelling.
I was bested many a times.
This cutie pie stayed wide eyed
near and laughed too loud at all
my jokes and acted helpless
with a cue in her hand, one fateful night.
I should have realized her game was better,
when she jumped the two ball and sunk
the eight, like it was an accident.
It was getting later and the crowd was thinning out
and we played Pac-Man together.
She had this gleam in her eye.
She asked did I want a ride in her 'vette.
My eyes lit up .
Hell's Yes I said, emphatically!
I paid the tab and followed her out to
the barely lit
parking lot, all
the time looking left and right,
wanting to see a Corvette and hoping it was red.
She took my hand led me to this little white Chevette!
I fell instantly
in love.

We had this conversation
and couldn't even finish it
throwing
clothes to the floor
last Saturday
now we tried to say hi
and are ******* in knots
on the floor
I love hell out it
but tell me
who is your favorite band?

I 've nothing to do but sit and figure out the wrong parts
of Einstein's ride light theories
like I can't see time slowing
so how could it be
or
try to argue with Socrates who
is hung on my wall framed it's impossible
he always wins
or try to get rich quick
like Frey did with
a Million Little Lies
my next novel
awaiting publication,
about this dentist who underwent heart surgery
with no Anesthetic
Or dipute theories of Freud's
Oedipus Complex
with my gay friend.
who , by the way , had two mothers,
or watch CNN  and listen to
our President
make an *** out of hisself
and make all the other countries
laugh at us,
or clean up the kitchen, hell,
I think I am going to argue with Dostoyevsky
about Jewish states.

it's all in the gnomes on your lawn
that draws me baby
not your curves
not those curls on your naked shoulder
or your poems
not the way you slide up to me
like some kind of fine woman
just those gnomes
I like your gnomes
baby

righteous is as righteous does
and I so love my neighbor's wife
don't need no lawyers just a justice of
the peace a keg of beer some
pork chicken
and charcoal 'round here
a bit of dirt to kick 'round
four wheel drive
a Remington
and two bits
'round these parts

I have never seen a happier face
than his
and he was dirt poor
ignorant
or was he
came right out the mountains stinking
as bad as any badger or ****
had dirt caked from months
not bathing
and his smile was great as Mona Lisa's
happy and I reflected
in his lingering
essence
long after his smell left
out the airpipes airconditioned stuffy
surrounds I had become
encumbered with

repossess whatever I have
I wake up in ***** sheets
take my diary
i have committed it to memory
take my last penny
farthing
take my last bluebird
or kitten and we
got a problem
take my license to drive my identity
I give a **** like
touch my queen
or my Missy
we gonna go around
take my last beer and I would wish you well
my last cigarette oh well
touch anything
I care about though
make my muse cry
or take too long ahead of me
in the checkout line
yeah we got troubles

promises by god are forever
as sure as mountains stand against
the test of time

and holiness is grass
under our sandals
man made castles

are but transitory
cathedrals beautiful
and monuments

to us are erected
only when we can't see them
my sanctity

yours and ours together is in
our words our
unfailing dedication to

our words

they say so much

last alone on headstones

I am never gonna give one night away again
or go one day without praising nature and destiny
I won't just walk along the forest's boundaries
I am gonna leap in
with all I have left
fall down turn over and dream
and walk along the river's bounds
and think of overflowing love
I will hear
from now on voices of happiness
calm
the strangest words known
to man
I seek
I will listen to the laughter of the million voices
with every stride
hear in every sound
the hope of this world
giving birth
to more joy

if we all joined in left right
to write a poem a novel
you can sing I know you can
we all are free
make any old words up
if you want to
sing along
the beat is here
the words are up to you
just give a hoo a haw and stomp your feet
twirl round
like I do
stand upside down and
hymn
bring an instrument
join in
a harmonica a trumpet harp
kettle
just beat the hell out it
and sing for god's sake
at the top
of your lungs.

had a sight to see
and it took my life to get around
to making it reality

I have seen in this somesuch  make
believe life beauty of
a mountains tall

majesty, a woman's
glory so softer than a
pillow

and more god than any
being I have known
her navel

her hips the way
they curve up to her
*** and *****

her soft wetness
a swell the seas the mountains
never touched

the way she took me in
we melted into each other
but

I speak now of suddenness
how the days are metered
and she and hers are

tender but not all
of it and I'd lke to show you
one day

just one day I stepped out
of my mind
and saw myself

it was enlightening
and baby it was good
I floated over

died for a minute
came back
better

I seek that
again
the fervent reality

in the mirror again

give me life or give me
a life's supply of reality
I beat my chest
wanting both
my cake and eat it too
realize that one is
worthless without
the other

through the paths of small animals
the clearings  the foxes and the deer use
she walks with her ivory harp
at times plays a flute
and closes the distances between the wild
animals
and the forests limbs
the undergrowth
her bed for a life
dedicated to
nature
she is a resolve
purity and truth
and no man has
touched her soul
yet

from bumping uglies to
changing diapers warming formula
to cleaning *****
watching every move
the evolution
of shaking the tree of life
to see what fruit falls
out
to making sure they have apples
or oranges along with cheese
sandwiches a bit of chocolate
in their pail as they board that bus
going off to adolescence
where the latest shoes become a two hundred dollar
necessity
the latest Apple phone or I-pad or drone
then prom night and it is all going so fast until
you find that letter they send on Father's day or your Birthday
saying how good their life is
and you smile
knowing that is how the circle comes around
and then next thing you know
the grandchildren are here
and your wrinkles and double chin grin
with pride
finally realizing
what it is all
about, as they leave two babies with you
on their date night. And you are happy as all get out!

grown from the amazements of tender years
playing sandbox barefoot innocence to
physiques capable of reproducing
desires changed along that course
we grew in stature
sometimes remorse
all along that fruitful way
the one thing that remains is you
that five year old full
of mysteries and thrills
of new senses touches sights
that seem to get harder to find
as the years go on unwinding
from our given spool
it seems comes
a movie forseen
when you look back
into that myst you once were
not knowing
exactly when
it was you changed
grew into today
had the senses to look back
sitting now alone
in your editing room

shut doors closed windows hiding
play the music loud enough
only I hear it

going out for
only essentials
like flour and oil

cigarettes
beer and kitty
kibbles

shut-in by my own choices decisions
say nothing all day
just watch

how the web
in the corner
has grown  a foot

down farther into more
of the room nearing
the windowsill

now

the ashtray overflows
the black plastic bag
comprising

my day to day
spills out to reveal
all my decadence

but my mind calm sane
I see, must  be a tinge
of madness

in it, isn't seeking
or talking to corners or zephyrs
or back at the tv

just sitting here like the spider
in the corner
of a room

that needs painting
and a lot of bleach
to remove

this deadness
and the flies
bothering

a romance stronger than *** egos not
ever known just a sweet touch of afar and
birthdays and christmases
keeping in touch through the
long distance fog of so many years
she makes cakes I taste
by her descriptions
only
we fuss
like we live together
and we have never touched
I told her my secrets she absorbed
and I held her through some dark times
in absentia just my voice
she cried on my virtual shoulder
I loved her so many times
in my imagination
we have made love so many times
by words
that's my muse