The Simpler Days She’d look meThe Simpler Days by ~ufo0l
Square in the
Eye
Then she’d wave
Her hand back
Toward me:
“Stop it”
And she’d smile.
I’d just laugh,
And watch her
Smiling
Looking at me
With both
Those angel eyes.
And the AC
That keeps hiding
Her
Beautiful
Face
With that gorgeous hair.
I stopped laughing
And just
Smiled.
She tilted
Her head to the
Right, and
Came close.
I slipped one
Hand to her
Cheek, and
Down to her neck.
Then I’d put
The other across
Her belly,
Gently.
I took my
Tongue out of her mouth
And my hand
Off her neck:
“O.K. I’ll shut up”
She just smiled.
I laughed
An
Easter Mondays I don’t thinkEaster Mondays by ~ufo0l
That it’s possible
To null the
Thoughts.
When my eyes
Finally followed
Her home.
And I go inside
To get myself
A drink.
I sit on
The porch
And light a
Cigarette
And I sit
There
Watching the bum cat,
That lives
On my porch rug,
Get fatter
As it wishes,
To its death.
It must be nice
To walk on
Four legs and
Bum a home
Anywhere you go.
And to live
In isolation
Except for the typical
Drunk, who is
typically insane,
Whom you bum
Your home.
I often wondered
If that
Fat-assed cat
Has always
Been so null
Of thought.
Sylver Backdoor Up on the bridgesSylver Backdoor by ~ufo0l
I came upon a piece
Of scrap metal which
I named Jane.
And I told her
How work was;
Or that I got fired
I told her
Everything
And after I fell
off the bridge;
That piece of scrap
Metal ripped my heart
Out.
Then Jane said,
"I really cared,
For awhile."
I didn’t feel bad
Until later when
It hit me
That no one would
Be there to talk
To.
He Is My Hero He Is My HeroHe Is My Hero by ~ufo0l
When everything dies
I won’t remember
All those days
I worked.
Or all those nights
I spent with her.
Or all that bullshit
I learned in school.
What I
Will remember is
Those nights
I dreamed
That I would go
Bum around
Finding myself.
Cheering myself
With cheap wine
And rolled cigarettes.
With expensive peace
And original music.
With old books
And paper walls.
Writing poetry
And after
I would live on
Forever.
Mourning Breath I woke up a little half past eight with the smell of coffee in my ears.Mourning Breath by *BlackBalletShoes
A random scent of interspersion, and a lack of pun and tears.
But I will tell you this, and this only once:
The boy would never forget
But the girl, she forgot.
She forgot.
The first thing the boy will tell you
Is that she has bubblegum in her hair
And her eyes are as soft and round as marshmallows,
But in her head, there is nothing there.
As for the girl, she would tell you the boy was odd.
Yes. Simple and odd. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But she seems to always give him her best.
The seasons past and the rains came.
The wind blew hard and the piano played.
Sta.sh
i miss you.
