Thanksgiving
I’m grateful for my OCD
I’m grateful for my OCD
I’m grateful for my OCD.
I’m grateful for my OCD
I’m grateful for my OCD
I’m grateful for my OCD.
I saw a black bird
against a blue sky
become a shooting star
against a dark night.
If you’re a girl
It can be
overwhelming or
overbearing —
dependent on
who’s receiving
and who’s giving.
This is a spiritual test
Eyes on your own paper
Practice makes perfect
Answers coming later
Cheater cheater
Pumpkin eater
Fibs you feed
Don’t suffice when
Lunch bells clang
Guns go bang
Down the halls
Off the wall
Commandments fall,
held by strings.
And your believers
Are bottom feeders
Catfish, caught
Batshit thoughts
Scared of freedom
That’ll teach ‘em —
Will it really?
(Not to be harsh
But pain is a vein
In humans with hearts
That feels like heat
Seeking its mark)
That’s the syllabus
Filled with silliness -
The plot got lost
In escalations
Of negotiations -
The best medication
For sedation
From the lies the lies
The truth around about, not facing.
New disaster, new us!
Yet progress is slow
Conduct is poor
Morale an all-time-low
River of tears
Flooded with blame
Grief no relief,
Torrent of pain
Only God knows
Only God knows
That’s the new news
Now back to escaping
The world’s largest panic room.
You can be anything
As long as you play along —
Say pretty please
and stay pretty, please.
Cause in this kingdom
(Of course it’s tragic)
It takes that kind of magic
To make doors slide
From shut to open.
Now after all this time
Of perfecting her power
She’s up in arms
Waving her arms
On the verge of breaking
While trying to bend
Into all the shapes
That still make her
Less than him and him.
Man isn’t it fun being a girl
Cause you know
We know
How much you love it
When we make our knees
Touch our elbows.
That’s the origin
Lucky original sin –
Getting what she wants
Working real hard
Acting real sweet
Sleeping real good
Not worried about
Being misunderstood.
Rain was pouring
You were snoring
Trixie, too —
All tucked in, til morning.
I went to bed
Thinking in my head
How lucky am i
To be living this story.
Then the other weekend,
Winnie was laughing
Cause you were Dadding
The dryer humming
My heart strumming
a tune of contentment,
love overwhelming.
That old life of mine
Has aged like fine wine
Because now that I’m sober
I don’t recall the pain of my hangovers
But boy, do i think about them all the time.
Can we all agree
It’s kinda funny
To have Easter fall on day
That’s known for weed?
I don’t know if you celebrate
I don’t know if you pray
But is anyone gonna ask
About the co-branding of this day?
What does it all mean?
No one wants to ask!
What does Jesus think
About His collab with grass?
It may seem unlikely
Others already know
The Universe is funny, honey
Must be present for the joke.
It just keeps on going
revealing easter eggs -
Here, there, everywhere
Abundance in your basket
A tisk tisk a tasket
For wanting to compare.
Come on, let’s play -
Be a bunny for the day
Whiskers, tiny, feel around
Listening ears, be here, now.
Joy abounds throughout the day
when Intuition leads the way.
The truth unfolds so slowly
And is only told with time
So today let’s believe
Everything we see
Is coming from
on high.
Content not found
fooled ya :)
Her kiss is French
Patchouli drenched
Something from a dream
Girl from Texas
Lord blessed her
With a sword sharp enough,
Better hide your feelings
Just in case -
There’s a shadow or a doubt
About who she can be
She won’t storm out acting childish, cause
Her presence is golden, and her goodbye is Irish
The fastest ghost, cut out, left, gone
A whole big scene but no one saw her leave
Dark turns to light, you’ll start remembering
Cause what you don’t see
Is the green river in her veins, she’s a tyrant
Heart cold as Chicago, and her goodbye is Irish
Tan skin, Italian
Blonde, like, Californian
Keep your eye on the door
Missed her then, now miss her more
One thing about her
She’s not gonna fight it
She’s a whole lot of things,
but you’ll never forget her goodbye is Irish
No need to go on
Making up a whole thing
Shots on the page versus day drinking
Just to toy with a girl i used to be -
A reason to write
To rage
To play
To hold the power
She’ll use it
A silence that’s deafened before
She’ll do it.
Check yourself, then check the door -
She was just right here,
Where’d she go
Don’t know
But now you can see -
call her crazy, go ahead
You really tried it -
But you’ll never forget her goodbye is Irish.
There was She-ra, a princess
Potential, her power
Shy and scared
Worried and weird
Lone lil wildflower
There was Jessica and Phoebe
Dark horse, rebellion
Louder, still scared
Awake now, aware
With obsessive compulsions
There was Stevie and sorry
Resilient and sunny
Sadness to shameless
Bright with a bite
Chaotic but funny
There was silly and stupor
Hardly the heroine
Kim get up and work
Justice and Joan
With a sword, with a pen
There’s Delilah and Eve
Standing in silence
Stormy and ruthless
Accepting no tears
No roses, no violence.
So many of her
And yet how wild
Her one true love -
a man and a child.
For real?
That’s how she wins?
Yes, of course -
but there’d be no such present state, fortunate fate
Without choosing herself again, again and again.
I just said I’d start to write
I didn’t say I’d force it
I said when the time is right
When the stars align
Something about valentine’s
I just said I’d start to write
I didn’t say when
I didn’t say how
Didn’t ask words to pop in
The muse to stop by
The scroll to stop here
The go to my drive
Words slow and steady
No sit down, no ready
Rhyming and stupid
Playing like cupid
A bird like Nelly
Trooper like Shelley
A salute to my sigh
The drunk to my dry
The fire’s inside
That’s just life
Friday the 31st of January.
I meant what I said
I’ll say it again
I just said I’d start to write
I didn’t say I’d push through
Make time
Let content consume
Ponder a word or a thought
Light a match, watch it burn
Take notes, not a nap
Create a vibe, undisturbed
I just said I’d start to write
Not stay off of screens
Make space to doodle/daydream
Put pen to paper
Start bad, start over
Come back, have a snack
Make it worse
Then better, later.
I just said I’d start to write
I didn’t say
I’d do any of the things
I need to do
to start to write.