Insurance
I am the .1 percent
Can’t be disinfected
I’m the tsunami
That can’t be detected
And for the house fire
That can’t be expected
They say insurance,
Get insurance
But insurance is just paper
You scribbled all over
Saying you’ll get money
When your world is over
Money’s just paper
And paper starts fires
This just complicates
And stirs in me a fire
So now you understand
I hope it’s all clear
If you lose everything
That you hold dear
Your paper won’t help you
I won’t be held liable
When I take your life
Like something easily pliable
Because I’m
About
to snap.
Tag: spilled poetry
Talking to Myself
If I write you a thousand words
Will you see the picture?
Of me alone and wanting you.
If I write ten thousand words
Will you receive the comic strip?
A scene, a day in the life, lacking the warm touch of your breath.
Or maybe this
Won’t work that way
Maybe I’m just
Talking to myself
First tendrils of madness
Soaking in like butter
On warm bread.
It tickles.
Talking to Myself
If I write you a thousand words
Will you see the picture?
Of me alone and wanting you.
If I write ten thousand words
Will you receive the comic strip?
A scene, a day in the life, lacking the warm touch of your breath.
Or maybe this
Won’t work that way
Maybe I’m just
Talking to myself
First tendrils of madness
Soaking in like butter
On warm bread.
It tickles.
X and Y
Do you remember ?
When your X found my Y
And evolved into our boy.
Does he miss me?
His daddy,
Now that the only daddy around
Is the one in the corner
With the long legs
With nobody left to kill it.
X and Y
Do you remember ?
When your X found my Y
And evolved into our boy.
Does he miss me?
His daddy,
Now that the only daddy around
Is the one in the corner
With the long legs
With nobody left to kill it.
Talking to Myself
If I write you a thousand words
Will you see the picture?
Of me alone and wanting you.
If I write ten thousand words
Will you receive the comic strip?
A scene, a day in the life, lacking the warm touch of your breath.
Or maybe this
Won’t work that way
Maybe I’m just
Talking to myself
First tendrils of madness
Soaking in like butter
On warm bread.
It tickles.
Insurance
I am the .1 percent
Can’t be disinfected
I’m the tsunami
That can’t be detected
And for the house fire
That can’t be expected
They say insurance,
Get insurance
But insurance is just paper
You scribbled all over
Saying you’ll get money
When your world is over
Money’s just paper
And paper starts fires
This just complicates
And stirs in me a fire
So now you understand
I hope it’s all clear
If you lose everything
That you hold dear
Your paper won’t help you
I won’t be held liable
When I take your life
Like something easily pliable
Because I’m
About
to snap.
Suburban Pirates
Remember when we were
Suburban pirates
Hoarding all the
Best sticks
For our tree fort
In our plastic war
It all felt so real
I can still hear the screams
I Attila the Hun
Taking hostage
Of the nun
Then you came
A shining knight
Dealt a brutal blight
Now we’ve both
Known defeat
Groveled at
Each other’s feet
Can we make up yet?
Can we be friends again
I’ll give you my
Favourite candy
It’s not poisoned this time
I promise.
– vagabond prophet
Discarded
To dive headlong
Into the ravine
The vee cut neckline
Plunging into the bosom
Of mother nature herself
To die of despair
A pendulum in the air
To swallow handfuls of madness
To dull the crowding sadness
All of these deaths I abhor
But cruelest yet
Is that you ignore
Not a glance, whisper, or touch.
Discarded
Like coupons from a store
You no longer frequent.
Discarded
To dive headlong
Into the ravine
The vee cut neckline
Plunging into the bosom
Of mother nature herself
To die of despair
A pendulum in the air
To swallow handfuls of madness
To dull the crowding sadness
All of these deaths I abhor
But cruelest yet
Is that you ignore
Not a glance, whisper, or touch.
Discarded
Like coupons from a store
You no longer frequent.
Vagabond Prophet 