When The ZZZZZZ's Become Elusive.


When The ZZZZZZZZZ's Become Elusive.




It's late,
I'm weary,
words are woozy,
s  ta  g

all over the
curlicues of my mind.

I am hanging
by a noose of

 my own making
in my poet-tree
kicking at the props,
begging the blissful black,
but I can't sleep.

So I tap tap tap
like a bad faucet
on the alpha-bets

before me
each a gamble
in my present state,
spinning the reals
and getting nothing
but empty slots.

I am bleeding emotions,
and the only band-aid
is thousands of miles away,
But there are so many other
lives in much deeper
tribulation then I.

I ponder the five parents
of the kids shot to death
yesterday at that
university in Illinois,
and what that call
must have been like....

"We're sorry Mrs. __________ but your daughter
was killed today in a lecture hall."

"God, please grant me

the power to know when these
whackos are going to reek

mayhem on student bodies,
so I can use all of my

sharpshooting Marine corps training
to blow their fucking heads off.
before they can hurt

so many at one time,
in their warped methods of

hurting themselves permanently.

I suppose I should 
answer my pillows calling,
and just dream,
but it's the waking that wounds,
and so I rest my case,
taking my stanzas
to the world,
Then I'll go to find
solace in the boob tube,
a highly sophisticated youtube,
and maybe when the
sign off pattern eventually
comes on, I will............

imitate the sound....


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