Banal Acquisition

Once upon a time
the way all fairy tales start
prince comes
princess goes
flamboyant man
simpering woman
they deserve one another.
Sit through
another grotesque dinner
japes made
feelings shredded
believing
this is reality
chin on hand
glaring over wine cup
sneering
omg
this is the best of them?
Have you heard
how I will save
the country
the economy
everything
god
worship at my feet
marry me
no one else can beat.
Have you 
never seen
curled lip
derision at words
falling
disgust laced
too stupid to realize.
Parade
a’fore me
measure of men
jesters
jackasses
so sick am I
of
strength of stupidity
let them rule
crowed at me.
Shake my head
must make a choice
damn tedious
listening to all the boasting
savior naught
sycophants lie
too bad
you cannot see that.
©May 24/20
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Who Am I to Argue?

I blinked at the man next to me.
Had never seen him before yet here he was standing where Jill had been.
Looked around. People still danced although a few were screaming and pointing.
I followed the trajectory of fingers to discover…….me at the end?
OMFG is that what I really look like? Who the hell thought I was beautiful?
Deep breaths. In. Out. Look over at the guy next to me. Is that a joint? Silently he passes to me…..
‘I’m dead now right?’
‘Appears so.’
‘Huh. What happens now?’
Death turns to me.
I realize now that he had been wearing a skin.
Proud to know this……see son I did listen when you spoke about the fortress game you played.
He drops his mask and I am confronted with the grinning skull head.
Ohhhhhhhh so scary…..
yeah I don’t think so.
‘No screaming?
No hysterics?
No pleading?
Bargaining?’
Death was in a conundrum I could see.
I suppose it is odd.
How many people has he arrived to collect and found them cool and calm?
Ready to go when the conductor screams ‘All Aboard.’
Going to go with not very often.
‘I am guessing you see more kickers and screams than those resigned/accepting of their fate?’
‘What is wrong with you?’ Death glared at me.
Tiny flames dancing in his empty eye sockets.
Honestly kinda cool.
I watched for a few moments before pulling back and smiling.
‘Well should you ask most people they would say everything.
I am dead right?
If I am dead there is no use fighting it.
If I am having a hallucinogenic dream
I will awaken.
However not often that I dream of Death
and in such detail
which leads me to believe you are the real deal.’
Death gritted his teeth.
One could see the squirrels running the exercise wheel
although when he glared at me
I realized
Death knew what I was thinking.
I grinned.
He was my ticket out of here.
Heaven or Hell?
Who knew?
He did.
Better be nice.
©May 17/20
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Universal Comedy

Fail after fail
man after man
heartache after heartache
finally realized it was me
not them
I was the one who needed to change
my expectations
my desires
my needs.
Not looking for the perfect man
one who adores me
that will do just fine
not looking for an adonis
one who supports me
that will make me smile.
Make my heart sing.
Concentrate on self
time has come
wave of hand
all men can disappear
I need to look within
find my peace
then I can begin.
Threw it out to the universe
ain’t no man
coming to my home
come to my throne
until I
as Queen
decree.
Universe took it as a challenge
took it to mean
a prank to be played
upon resistant romantic.
on my head
about to drown
what the hell?
Someone somewhere is enjoying
this comedy of games.
©April 29/2
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Hello…..

Hello…..
is it me you are looking for?
Lionel 
is that you?
High
low
searching
wondering
can I?
will I?….. 
find you
looking in the cupboard
one
two
shit
down to the last roll.
I stalk the streets
heeding whispers
listening to rumors
on the hunt
on the look out
for that elusive creature
the one that keeps me clean
oh my
Toilet Paper
when did you become god
when did I need to reserve
just a roll
to ensure
I had what I need
when in need.
(Grandma…..
lesson learned
going forward
toilet paper shall be bought 
on sale 
never ending
so again 
never shall I face this plight)
Oh my
it makes me giggle
it makes me laugh
look at me with disdain
I do not care
last I checked
this ain’t no ass illness…..
respiratory.
Lungs.
Lungs people.
‘Dem t’ings y’all breath through.
(sad
 sad
rhyme
sad
sad
accent
I hear it better than I speak it
smile)
Never
not in a million years
trite as that statement may be
did I ever think
that toilet paper
would become more sought after than gold
that limits would have to be imposed
but:
can you spare a square?
Just one square?
Homage to Lionel….
Homage to Seinfeld….. 
Please do not sue me
Please….. 
Cease and Desist……
much better….. 
cause 0% of 0%…..
well……
it equals 0%…..
unless you do the new math
than it could mean anything. 
©April 10/20
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Elite Scrimmage

Crimson moon
scuttled dark
tempers flare
short
walk away quickly
before
death does come
he is tired
of waiting in the corner.
Leaning upon his scythe
waiting
dreaming for the time
when you will fuck up
think without care
speak without reason
as I listen
wondering
head cocked to the side
how much further do you dare?
Push me
tempt me
keys pressed violently
deep breath
control the red dimmed vision
you ninny
dancing around
ape like
only
they are smarter.
Tarnished copper crown
falls
rolling through dusted floors
crocodile tears
ranting
how this is so undeserved
how could we be so mean
how could we be……
medieval like
as his head does roll
right to my boot toe
I just smile
death always did like
a good game of soccer.
©March 30/20
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Mr. Cannot

Where oh where 
could my prince be?
Lost in a tree?
Lost at sea?
Lost and refusing to ask directions?
Would not surprise me.
Everyone tells me to be patient
to wait
bide my time
until the right one comes
sweeping me off my feet
making me believe in romance
true love
and all the rest of that garbage.
True love
manure if you ask me
no man is going to sweep me away
take away my problems
make me feel sweet and light
a princess in disguise.
Knights is shining armour
do not exist
or rather I have not met one yet.
However I have met:
Mr. Cannot Commit.
Mr. Cannot Love.
Mr. Cannot be faithful.
Mr. Cannot tell the truth.
Mr. Cannot control self.
Mr. Cannot…..
Where is Mr. Can?
No where to be found.
Were I to put out a bounty
do you think that he would appear?
Or once more
surrounded by frogs
willing to kiss no more.
©March 2/20
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Cute I am Not…..

I am not a sweet little kitten.
I am not a marshmallow
with an ooey gooey center
sweet upon the tongue.
I am a warrior.
I fought through hell
to stand on my own
without safety handholds.
I am a dragon.
Breathing fire
vanquishing my enemies
who dare to laugh
to taunt
to derail the truth that I embrace…..
the reality that is mine.
I am a wolf.
Running free
bounding through snow
cavorting with my pack
bold
sleek
fast
I will not be caught
I will not be tamed.
I am wild.
I stand tall
ferocious
protecting myself
warning off those who come near
intent on destruction
poisoned lips whispering dead words
trying to break down
take down
that which is not understood.
I am a goddess.
I am a woman.
I am terrifying.
Seriously……
Stop it…….
Stop laughing……
I so can be ferocious. 
(Pouting & stomping feet)
©Dec. 9/19
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