In a pile of question marks
I’m digging for answers
Searching for more desirable words like
Benign
Mistake
Remission
Recovery
Survival
I’d trade all the question marks
for a pillow
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In a pile of question marks I’m digging for answers Searching for more desirable words like Benign Mistake Remission Recovery Survival I’d trade all the question marks for a pillow
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My Tiger
I’m seriously considering getting rid of my tiger Don’t get me wrong Of course she’s magnificent Saunters into a room confidently Fearlessly Never backs away from a challenger Never reveals what’s behind her eyes And she can slice a lamb to pieces in seconds With her around, I’ll never go hungry But she almost killed the kids the other day For eating her gelato I once saw her leap across the conference room table Snarled in the face of the boss when she questioned her idea But the boss has her own tiger That's why she didn't look scared Just smiled Everyone else gathered their files and slowly backed towards the door She’s gonna get me fired And I need that job Feeding her is a chore She wants her meals alive All the unsuspecting innocents Nervously asking for a favor Or earnest advice Never knew what was coming I just don’t have the stomach for it anymore How I wish I could tame her Or at least keep her on the leash I’m tired of carrying around a whip I’m thinking of getting a regular old cat A nice snobby, indifferent Persian. Maybe a Tabby. One that purrs instead of growls One that revels in being cared for One that might even allow someone to pet her once in awhile. Woke up desiccated
but hopeful Illuminated Imagined light pouring from my eyes Chest open, exposing my heart. Bring in some armor or at least a trench coat People don't want to see that put it away cover it up You're like a flasher A heart flasher What's more offensive a penis or a heart? I remember going to court over a flasher; I don't remember the flashing anymore though. Maybe just a naked man running around desperate to turn his insides out and he couldn't paint and he couldn't sing and we put him away for a few more years He imploded in his cell. All the elements of the periodic table, compressed. This is not a fable There isn't a happy ending either Just a warning |
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