when you shake after
a cold gang green
agent orange driven
frost bitten day of
joy in a rice paddy marsh
up to your neck
with your gun over your head
knowing whats coming
but avoiding the
cancer filled lungs
following days after
work like this?
we dont get paid enough
times like these
lacking comfort
given up for adventure
standing up while riding
with the wind in your face
passing the crowd by
street lights aglow
parties but you dont partake
food and friends
thanksgiving
so worth the sacrifice
and when on toilet i did sat
things came out and i did shat
the things i knew to come they did
unfortunately some on the lid
but poo is as poo does and we all poo poo
from small ones to big ones its still doo doo
be hard be it small or be it round
best if we keep it in our pants, in the bowl, off the ground
be it well written or be it shit
anything today will fit
poo in a can, a crapper, a bus, a tree
a day it will be of pooetry
tickled fallen broken lacking
all things never wanted throwing
out the back door trash can burning
lighting laughing smiling churning
noting nothing ever smoking
feeling nothing never wanting
waning knowing never stopping
till then growing walking talking
stalking
cut the tension
with a noodle
then you know
good company
its night and so
in a bit we’ll go
to places we
would never see
without dreams of
the things we love
the hopes we live
and things we give
its night and so
in a bit we’ll go
to places we
tonight will see
in dreams of blue
with me
with you
its night and so
to dreams i go
when you leave a roger
write a little note about it
share it with your friends
and let the world know
your joy
your weight before and after
consistency and whether or not
today you had sinkers
floaters
or exploders
swank
‘fusion,’ he says
taste’s exactly like it shouldn’t
vomit
change clothes thrice
share about impact
pan over-fried sole fish
dreams and realities
in a big puzzle
serving as one piece can seem mundane
until the puzzle is assembled
that one little hole must be filled
soft – like carpet you can lay on
delectable – like a fresh glazed cake donut
exciting – like week one of football season
soothing – like a shower with the right water pressure
clean – like bare feet you don’t have to wipe off to come inside
diverse – like “smothered burrito or cajun mahi mahi?”
comfortable – like your own car with your own loud music
relaxing – like sunday driving
bright – like needing sunglasses after the snow
clear – like crisp air turning mist after a snow
pretty – like an afternoon walk around the lake
roomy – like the width of the isles at the grocery store
spicy – like the mustard on your beer brats
better – like america
upon discovering thread count
i re-evaluated my life
shortly thereafter
my wardrobe followed
here is some honey to eat eh.
but what a-boat your weight eh?
holy crap there’s a bee!
er, way more than one bee!
do we stay and get fat or get goin’ eh?
lips tumbling poorly pronouncing
enunciated misunderstandings
cold buttons on warm clothes
earmuffs, attached stocking caps
misguided misdirected hopes dreams
fears leaving exploring hills in acid rain
lost going east thinking north losing road after wet road
no meetings thinking meetings
braggart strengthened hands
rubbing constricted bent bone bound muscle
loosening tension built alcohol released words
sputtered onto digital page
poured through finger pushed buttons
dumped, vomited whilst awe filled world
holds wordless breaths back
again our lips failing falling slipping slurping
seeking clarity
and when i die five years short of a full live span
i plan to say i lived five more years than the average man
animal fat congealing
forming solid mass on the surface of the
pepper red soup fondue
like feet on a swiss ball
you’d never indulge yourself to eat
and curdled blood served as a delicacy
sometimes you just need
liver diced into meat flowers
a little chicken foot
pig snout
or dog meat in your soup
to brighten your day
or keep you warm in the winter
like feet on a swiss ball
you’d never indulge yourself to eat
until you do
and find what smells like gym socks
tastes like candy
sweet coated sugar dew
morning time delicious too
smothered in milk are you
the dreams i have
of jealousy
of hope and fame
dreaming of hope – i know its sad
they lead to things
like life again and again
i’m reminded
not to take things
for…
granted, i have things
hands being held
waiting for the next good picture
to present itself to me
in words
so i can know what color to paint it
and on what canvas
or 100% non-recycled paper
the greats?
they cut down trees and drew
their masterpieces
withered dreams revived
soft skin against silken sheets
nail on chalkboard breaks
down for the count
three taps on my left knee
knowing what’s coming i
face down in mud filled eye brushing contacts
remember the joy i find in the
bashing ramming pulling rucking scrumming
screaming
debate the inevitable
or simply dont
either way it blisters like a paintball
and welts like one too
the sieve and the sand 
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