Yaaaee new poem!

Here is my latest poem.
It has a few of my new favorite words in it.
Google them if you need definitions.
I think This poem sounds best when read out loud.



Harken back to days of sunshine, Supergirl.

With weekend pack, around rocks we watch water curl.

Rain runs down and kissing the ground, rolls in lucullan grass.

Cardiac shards, darkened black, as sutures unfurl.

I've longed so long for sweet amnesia,

As victim of plosive somesthesia.


I am not weak as I've been made to feel.

Though feeling bleak, I do well, as a burning field.

If this loves' feeling is truly forgone,

why is it, for me, to best sleep with lights on?

(*sigh*)

I got pulled over by a police officer thursday night. I had my insurance card in the back seat, but he didn't want me digging around in the back where he couldn't see my hands. I sent off to Colorado for my title about a week earlier with registered mail, which is a good thing because the plates on my car are outdated by about a year. So I was cited for "no proof of insurance" and "expired plates". Friday I went to see the Judge. I brought my insurance, my temporary tags, and my registered mail recipt to Colorado DMV. I actually wasn't too worried. I plead guilty and explained my situation to the judge. He threw out both tickets. That is something to be thankfull for.

The Husband Store

My Brother Aaron sent this to me and it made my day.

The Husband Store
A brand new store has just opened in New York City that sells Husbands. When women go to choose a husband, they have to follow the instructions at the entrance:- "You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors and the value of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you CANNOT go back down except to exit the building!So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.On the 1st floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs.The 2nd floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men Have Jobs and Love Kids.The 3rd floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids and are extremely good looking."Wow," she thinks, but feels compelled to keep going.She goes to the 4th floor and the sign reads: Floor 4 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Good Looking and Help with Housework."Oh, mercy me!" she exclaims, "I can hardly stand it!"Still, she goes to the 5th floor and sign reads: Floor 5 - These men Have Jobs, Love Kids, are Drop-dead Gorgeous, help with Housework and Have A Strong Romantic Streak. She is so tempted to stay, but she goes to the 6th floor and the sign reads:Floor 6 - You are visitor 31,456,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please. Thank you for shopping at the Husband Store .
To avoid gender bias charges, the store's owner opens a New Wives store just across the street.The 1st floor has wives that love sex.The 2nd floor has wives that love sex and have money.The 3rd through 6th floors have never been visited.

More Than Breathing

This poem was the one I promised in an earlier post. I had lost the notebook and couldn't remember how the poem went, thankfully I found it yesterday on my landlords piano. I wrote the poem after thinking about all the people at the nursing home here in town. Strangely though, I think it could apply to everyone. Anyway here it is.

Broken bones, broken homes
Spoken lies, realize
All the time, reason rhyme
Mock our way of living life.

Deny the pain, deny the truth
You can't persue passion's youth
or cut the rope of freedom's hope
and gain at best, eternal rest.

Don't you see that you're still breathing
on your own. Don't you know?
I have given you a reason
and a hope for more than breathing.