Poem-A-Day: Day 215

Mark My Words

Apparently, I have
broken some sort of
code that people live by.

Does it bother me?

Emphatically, no.

Forgive me for sounding rude, but,
“Go to
Hell.”

I haven’t so much as
jeered, without garnering some
kind of contempt from
lousy, tea drinking assholes
mulling about in their
newest fashions, all purchased
on the idea that they make them more
predominant than those around them.

Queens and Kings of their petulant
realms, know-nothing braggarts and
shitheads.

They are the people that should
understand their own shortcomings, and
vow to make some changes to
whatever the hell they do, hopped up on
Xanax to ease their callous lives.

You are the bastard
zealots of opulent times.

Poem-A-Day: Day 136

I Am

I am Apathetic
mostly, caring about what I want to,
and not about what I should.

I am Bored
with what usually happens,
though I do nothing to change that.

I am Charming,
bewildering mostly myself,
I am able to entice most everyone.

I am a Dreamer,
constantly looking forward,
but never knowing how to get there.

I am Endearing
to a point, leaving marks that all remember
before slipping into anonymity.

I am a Fucker
in every sense of the word,
though it takes a lot to cross me.

I am Generous
somehow, because I really have nothing,
but manage to give everything in return.

I am Hated
because I am confident in my abilities,
and I use that as a weapon against others.

I am Inferred,
like a forgotten memory,
or something that doesn’t quite make sense.

I am a Joke
with no punch-line,
not really funny, but people keep telling me.

I am a Killer
of time, watching it slip idly by,
as I sip coffee from dream stained mugs.

I am Laughable
because I choose to be,
life hasn’t been what it should, but when is it?

I am a Man,
there is no denying or hiding it,
I love to worship the female form.

I am Nothing
and that is sadly true,
not ironic, I am what hasn’t been.

I am Open
with my life, keeping no secrets,
and showing myself off with swagger.

I am Proud
of what I have and haven’t been.
Show me your dreams, and mine will be bigger.

I am Quiet
when I need to be,
a silent observer of operations.

I am Rowdy
and I will steal the show,
because I have the ability to move mountains.

I am Self-Destructive
and self critical, my own worst enemy
has been my ability to over-think the situation.

I am Trivial,
a puzzle that has yet to be fully assembled
or the last remaining pie piece of your pursuit.

I am Unhinged,
and can or will break at any moment
as tension is palpable in the air I breathe.

I am Voracious,
tenacious, persistent,
however it is phrased, I will follow.

I am Wild
and uncontrollable, a complete spazz
from the dance-floor to your concept of reality.

I am Xenomorphic,
or I am formless, a shape that seems to be,
simply because it has and always will.

I am Youthful
in thoughts and appearance,
despite what years would have you believe.

I am a Zealot,
and I will fight for what I want
and even more for what I cannot have.

I am an alphabetically defined nightmare
of statistically speaking amorphic parts
sewn together by sinewy threads of ignorance,
and all that I am has nothing left to do,
but chronicle time chronologically
in some bastardized way,
because as it stands,

I am.

Poem-A-Day: Day 96

A Bastardized Color Definition

Aquamarine:
  1. bluish green benzene somewhere between
     caffeine citrine and
     dandelion green through diffusing screens.
  2. executive routines
     foreseen fourteen years from fifteen figurines.
  3. green gelatin within the golden mean.
  4. harmonic means and hyacinth beans
     intervene within the infernal machine of
     jade green jelly beans.
  5. keen killing machines, kendal green
     latrines lean with lima bean library routines.
  6. mean marine mincing machine.
  7. nineteen navy beans
     obscenely olive green, or
     preening pea green propylene
     routinely to reconvene in
     seventeen serene submarine silver screens.
  8. thirteen tangerine trampoline time machines
     unclean, unseen, and umpteen
     vaccine voting and vending machines,
     Xerox machines, and
     yellowish green
     zines, zincous with zinc.

Poem-A-Day: Day 65

Alphabetrics

Absolution, blowing calm destructors,
entrancing flowing golden halogen
imagination, justifying kilometer lavish
musical nightmares overwhelming prom
queens, relinquishing sorrow, the
underground volumetric whale: xerophilous
yammering zephyr.