soaked sheets

ringing in the new year is the prohibitions dream come true
the soaked sheets coem through the hole in the sky, dripping and stained with the bottle n a half
weighing a ton more than they should, making a path all the way to the washer
the smell rising higher n higer
im gettin intoxicated,
trippin over my own shoes,
smacking the table wiht my knees
becomign the Captain of the laundry room
nothing too celebratory there of course
bottle shattering over bottles, bottle caps slicing flesh
mixing red wiht the sheets
cussing adn chanting rythme together
and down it sinks, deeper adn deeper into ur system till its all its own creation
conbtroling your body, fears and emotions, liekt he puppeteer who cried at
the atheists funeral
the puppeteer who cried as communism fell
and shattered.
the old man crippled adn decaying in the vast emptyness that was his theatre, his nature adn manhood all crumbling like the berlin wall.
now sleep my little drama kidd, sleep and let the bombs adn gunfire rock you to sleep

jane is

jane is hacking the 19th amendment.
all the victums shes made now she is oen herself.
pinned to the ground by her own sickness is her own fault.
why cant people be alone?
why do some girls crave guys like they crave air, not for love nor lust but for a solid pillow at night.?
there really sticking it to independence, but hey after all we all cant be liek the movies.
so this is my goodbye to jane.
a girl once respected liek the gun
a girl who could bring the crowd of boys to her now she cant get the captain of the chess team.
a body that rivaled models and miss universe but now...self esteem kncoked down...literally....by the boy of "her dreams" now is the fist to the gut..
the hand to the face, but he loves her, hwo could she ever leave him.
really now, think about it ladies and gentlemen
now where were we
of ya of course
lets go on with this the hell verson of a disney movie
punching bags taking the smacks and punches till the boxer cant raise his arema no more, so sleep it off child till the sun rises again,.
to the new beginings, start early adn preach to urslef, no one wants to hear.
now paly that instrument, youll always get better, never worse
now im toastign outside your weeding bc im never allowed in, the best mans and his guards never will let me utter a word, even though it only be congratulations.
stealing the moment for truth as the curtain draws on confrontation, truth is spilled liek the wine, tears cried and the maid of hoinor walks out with the truth embracer, dancing in midnight rains and expresing ti all, laughing the moon cycles away.
the end.
feeling emotion less as she stande by as the text is received adn the cards ripped, years have they been preserved, nothign was done. she cared but didnt. shes a changed women and not even a women a girl who wants more and bigger thigns but settles for whatever she can clinge too, the endign youd expect wiht hemingways shotgun funeral.
no pun intended, or maybe it was. but alas its the ending for 2, not one, as the crippled man whi thought he was weighed down by the state, now can rise and do......nothing

Silence

the wordless, motionless scene has laped over the wekk adn the transfer of words makes minimal seem liek an outrage. going down that path is part unknown, force and scared adn lazy. its the ingredients to make the perosn typeoing these words over again. past games re-surface adn play among the world of the living and the dead. games taking the place of real life interactions. not wanting the results of i dotn know better. or maybe im just making exuses to try adn maek myself feel better, pointing the finger until im left wiht nothing adn me, which argues and spurs the debate of is there a difference sometiems. it waries from time, am i passionate, rarely if at all. i try adn get by wiht my tiem, do my tiem and get out to what i want or think i want. it can never be easy for me, i make it hard adn i fall and stumble till i learn.