#120 Holds A Little Mirror

Frozen like Atlas

Flexing for all time

Holding a mighty weight

Paying for every crime

Little bunnies play about his feet

Strangers pass

Friends meet

Still he stands

Unseen

Yet always blocking the view

A presence unfelt

Except by a few

He is love

He is hate

He is pleasure

He is pain

He is humanity

He haunts us for all time

She haunts us for all time

She is humanity

She is pain

She is pleasure

She is hate

She is love

Except by a few

A presence unfelt

Yet always blocking the view

Unseen

Still she stands

Friends meet

Strangers pass

Little bunnies play about her feet

Paying for every crime

Holding a mighty weight

Flexing for all time

Frozen like Atlas

#119 Is in Corrugated Cardboard Country

I laid down

In my normal non-corrugated world

On my soft big bed

Where I lay curled

But, in the morning

I open my eyes and I see

A corrugated cardboard tree

I look around, I look down

And I see a corrugated cardboard me!

The world has changed

Everything is brown and paper-y

I look around

And it’s the same as far as I can see

I’m confused

So I put on my cardboard clothes

And sat down to breakfast

Cardboard food just adding to my woes

I’m determined to figure all this out

So I hop on my cardboard bicycle

And I head out

Past all the signs saying to recycle

Seeing brown corrugated cardboard things

Zipping by me, as I pedal by

Everything is pretty normal

Except it’s all made of cardboard, I give a sigh

As I pedal along

I hear a crack of thunder

And I suddenly wonder

What will happen when I get wet?

The raindrops fall

With a pitter and a patter

Getting everything damp and spongy

Everything that might matter

Suddenly I don’t feel so good

I feel all wavy and sway-ey

My corrugations have gone flat

The bicycle and myself go down with a splat

I lay in the middle of the road

Soaking up water like a blotter

Falling apart

Knowing that I’m now just recycling fodder

Next time, I want to be a corrugated cardboard butterfly

#118 Is The Quicksilver in Your Veins

Your faith precedes you

It intercedes for you

It sets the tone for you

It does your talking for you

Ain't no boulevard

Too busy

You wouldn’t cross it

Naked

On your knees

For another hit of my junk

It’s your church

And every day is the Sabbath

Your day of no work

You let the junk

Work for you

Desiccating your veins

Excising your brains

The holes in your memory

Suiting you just fine

As it takes the good

With the bad

And you’ll forget most of what you had

And have now lost

To the dirty track marks

Tracing their way

Deep into your heart

I even know you’ve tried to quit

But like a fatty confronted with a room of sweets

You always give in

And take it in

It’s everything to you

It takes the place of possessions

Your love

Your life

You inject yourself

And it’s like quicksilver

To your soul

You are nowhere

And everywhere

All at once

Nobody else understands

But I do

Here

Here’s a little something

To tide you over

Until the next check comes

You can owe me

I know you’re good for it

#117 Burns Inside

The fire in my thoughts

Has finally escaped my  head

The heat on my face makes me smile

My skin reflecting yellow and red

The flames crawl across everything

Fueling my desire to see more

I wait breathlessly

Shivering to my core

Charring the wood

Curling the paper

There’s no one to interrupt my worship

It’s the perfect caper

The heat pops something in the flames

I throw my head back and howl

My primal spirit taking over

I rip off my shirt, I yell, I growl

Burn it down

It feels so good

Not even sex was so awesome

As watching the flames eat at this house of wood

Of the old weathered boards

There is no more

Nothing stands

Just glowing embers on the moor

I click the warm metal lighter in my pocket

And I know that this wasn’t enough

I’ll have to let the fire out again

To consume and change stuff

I turn and walk towards home

Holding my fire maker tightly

A smile playing on my flushed face

My feet skipping lightly

#116 Is Being Invaded

The polka dots are marching

Marching on my bed

Marching on my pillow

Marching around my head

I lay amid a myriad

Collection of dots

They make my eyes cross

My skin breaks out in spots

When I try to get away from them

They chase me to and fro

Following me upstairs and downstairs

Dotting me, frotting me, wherever I do go

I know just how this will end

I'll be one big polka dot

Lost amidst the others

Lost and identical to all the lot

There's polka dots on the dog

Covering his fur from nose to tail

I throw him in the bath

And scrub him till he wails

Nothing works, and nothing will

The dots march ever on

Covering and consuming

Obscuring like a locust swarm spawn

So many polka dots

I've lost all sense of self

They are so dense now

I'm beyond all help

They've conformed to all the colors

That used to be there before

And there are so many of them

They cover every little pore

Now only a microscope could see them

So densely they are packed

But I know they are there

I was there the day they stacked

I don't know what their purpose is

I've asked, and they have no words

So I've come upon a solution, and a mindset:

"I, for one, welcome our polka dot overlords!"

#115 Prepares For His Coming

Yesterday was Easter

He has risen!

Now he roams the land

And things are getting out of hand

Here's a shovel and a shotgun

Remember, only a head shot will bring him down

If it helps

Just aim for his thorny crown

If you see him

You should run

He's a fast mover

And god's only son

He's assembled his apostles

Bitten them one by one

Now they ramble the countryside

Eating brains for fun

I've barricaded the door

That should slow them down

I have everything we need

Don't even think of going into town

You can help my with my transport

We can use it to go north

I hear there's a stronghold

When the coast is clear we can go forth

Shh!!  What's that?

Don't make a sound, move no more

Shit, get the weapons

It's Zombie Jesus, he's at the door!

#114 Is a Werebunny

In the beginning

There were 100

100 Easter bunnies

And that was enough

But, as there were more people

More bunnies were needed

So the bunnies

Learned to bite

Making werebunnies

Which only turn into bunnies

On only one night:

Easter Eve

Seemingly normal people

Get ready for bed

Lay down

And sleep

But once asleep

They change

They become bunnies

Little fluffy bunnies

The little werebunnies instinctively report

To their local

Easter Bunny depot

To equip for the night ahead

Carts, baskets, jelly beans, chocolate

Everything a little bunny could need

And maps, with lists

To navigate their routes

One by one

Their bags and carts full

The fluffy werebunnies

Go out into the night

Visiting all who believe

In Easter, and Bunnies

A basket of goodies

Is what they’ll receive

Gently, softly

The bunnies deliver their packages

And follow their maps

Back to the Bunny Depot

For a quick nose kiss

And then back to bed

To become human once again

And wake on Easter Morning

No memory of it in their head

Although some

With their noses

Still strangely

Twitching

#113 Finds A Pre Easter Message

My Dearest Judith,

It is Saturday

I’m sitting on Jesus’ tomb

Waiting, and doing some thinking

About tomorrow, when he will rise, I assume

I’ve come a long ways

And a long time

In that time machine

You always said would never work

I was there in Bethsaida

It was really quite a thrill

Especially when he fed all those people

Sitting hungry on that hill

I’m still not sure if it was a miracle

Or if he was ahead of his time

Socially engineering the people into sharing

Making to not, a guilty crime

I was in the boat

On the Sea of Galilee

On the day he walked on water

And calmed the storm

Personally, I think he got lucky with that weather

And where he walked

I can’t be sure

But it looked awfully shallow

I followed him as he did many things

The crippled stood upright

He healed the sick

The blind saw light

I’m no expert

Their symptoms could have been psychosomatic

Their miracle

Lots of talking and being dramatic

A placebo effect affair

Now this resurrection thing

It would really make this all worth the gamble

It’s really what I came back for

Following and talking to him just a preamble

I was watching as he drug that cross through town

Hung in the sun

And died

I’m sure he was dead

His eyes went dull

Got limp as a dishrag

I even touched his head

Now here he lies

In this tomb, upon which I sit

He’s supposed to rise on the third day

And I don’t want to miss it

Okay, so he died on a Friday

Should I count Friday as the first day?

Or should I go by 72 hours from then?

That must be what they meant to say

I’ve got plenty of time, in that case

I’m going into town

Buy some knick-knacks

Check out the place

I’ll come back bright and early Monday morning

I’ll record it in high def

It will be grand

I’ll be more famous than Hef

Unless he doesn’t rise

Totally un-resurrected

I’d say he was always a sham

Just as I always suspected.

Am leaving this with the other manuscripts,

In the cave by the sea

In case something should happen to me.

All my love to you Judith

Kisses,

Thomas

#112 Blames The Victim

This is all your fault

You were simply too pretty

You’ve read the rules

Now accept the consequences

You struggle and weep

As I hold you down

It’s such a shame

You could have prevented this

Those tight pants

They showed off your ass

How can you expect to be left alone?

You should accept my attention

That little blouse

That makes you feel so good about yourself

Is just asking for trouble

Do I have to spell this out?

I can’t be bothered with any restraint

It’s your job to reign me in

If you don’t and something happens

It’s to your own chagrin

That time it was raining and so cold

You accepted a ride from a nice guy

Of course he wanted to fuck

That you didn’t, was just your bad luck

Do this

Stand here

Accept things

It’s just the way it is

You think the victim is you?

Don’t make me laugh

The real victim

Is the guy

Who just couldn’t resist you

Ever hear of blue balls?

My god woman

I just can’t cope with that

It’s your job to relieve it

Now open your goddamned legs

And receive it

You know you wanted it

I’ve seen how you look at me

This is all your fault

Now ride it out

I’ll be done in a minute.

#111 Begs You To Be Gentle

My heart

Opens up to you

It's terrifying

And I don't know what to do

All my walls

So carefully built

Are circumvented

My defenses wilt

Will your steps be soft?

Padded in soft silk?

Or hard and demanding

As jackboots and their ilk?

I don't mean to whine

But the last tenant

She stomped on my spine

Ripped out my heart

Declaring, "This is mine!"

She didn't even do it out of spite

She made eyes and said, "I love you"

Even as she took a bite

Of my still beating heart in her hand

Getting away from her

Was anything but easy

It involved stripping down

Finding an escape hole and getting greasy

I found a new life

Sterile and cold

Furnished from IKEA

But, it got old

Then I saw you

My breast it stirred

Heart skipping a beat

Fluttering like a bird

Now here I am

Full of emotion

Ready to cry

I love you

Do you love me too?

Won't you give me a try?

#110 Falls But Doesn't Stay Down

The little pink birds

Whirling and diving

Around my head

Should have been some indication

Of the times I had ahead

But I'm not quick

On the uptake

I seldom cook by the book

And often end up with a mistake

Maybe being run over by a car

Before I even got going

Was the best accident by far

Keeping me from even bigger things

And that's just the thing

Keeping me from things

I've never been one for that

Be it planned events

Or one night flings

With that determination

Foremost in my mind

I rolled over and climbed to my feet

Giving the panicked driver nevermind

I grab the bike's handlebar

And right it with a yank

Give it a quick look over

And kick it to life with a spank

I spare all the onlookers

One grimaced glance

Before I twist the throttle

Dump the clutch

And rejoin the dance

I've got no answers

But that will soon change

I'll cover lots of ground

And see many things

What once was lost

Will be found

#109 Makes a Run For It

There is no breath

That I can get

As I run

As fast as my feet can carry me

Away from the pain

Away from the danger

In a blind panic

I run for my life

My clothes are forgotten

In my bid for my life

I run naked and vulnerable

My feet battered and bruised

Why?

I don’t know

I don’t know how all this came about

One minute I’m happy and safe

The next I’m cast out

Stripped of my clothes

In the center of town

For all to see

Beaten with sticks and stones

I was sentenced to death

So at the first chance

I did flee

Now I can never go back

Tears run down my face

I tumble across a stream

Where to go, what to do

I can’t even think straight

My mind verging on madness

Every noise I hear

A threat, something to fear

Suddenly the dense trees disappear

Then so does the ground

I’m flying out into space

Nothing makes a sound

The last thing I see

Is a small flower

And I focus on it

The last thing I feel

Is being alone

And the chill of it

#108 Suspects Jessica Alba is Under the Bed

Lullaby

Go to sleep

My precious

There's no monster

Under your bed

To roar and keep you awake

It's just Jessica Alba

Lurking there

Amongst the dust bunnies

And dirty underwear

So sleep tight

Knowing she'll be under there

All the night

Sometimes

She might grab your ankles

Or tickle your calf

With her nails

As you get in

Or out

Of bed

But that's about it

I swear

From the Jessica Alba

Under your bed

Oh wait

I forgot

Every know and then

She might scream

Ok, maybe a lot

But shhhh, you'll get used to it

It's kind of sweet

When you think on it

How so?

Heck I don't know

All I know

Is that the Jessica Alba

That lives under your bed

MUST be fed

At least once

Every fortnight

Or she'll emerge

To feed

And that's when you might need

This stake

Keep it under your pillow

'Cause, you never know

And if that time should ever come

Just use it

To keep her at bay

Ring a bell

Or give a yell

And I'll come running

With some fresh meat

It's what she likes

Then, when all is well

She'll slip back down

And take her place

As the Jessica Alba

Under your bed

#107 Is Another BP Spill

I’m creeping

Slowly thickening

And creeping

Into the cracks

Into the ridges

I’ll slowly cover everything I can

You’re weeping

You were painting your door

Then you spilled me

And you see me seeping

Into the ground

Onto the pavement

And making a permanent mark

There’s nothing keeping

Me held back

You were too slow

And now I can grow

This puddle of paint

Named me

Has a life of it’s own

But now you’re peeping

All around the garage

And you’ve found

Some paint thinner

And I’m worried

I might get thinned out

Washed out

Scrubbed from existence

Life is fleeting

One day in a can

Then on a brush

Once on the floor

Now all sopped up

Where to now?

Who knows

We’ll see what tomorrow brings