Life After Her Romance In Tonoa

Near miss, Mr.Belly Pierced too low to go
down
town
Bats fly overhead left there
left it there to make diamonds
On that island long time ago
love maker under palm trees with Tonoa
hands covered in the sands
of time
Now a streaked, dirty window small looking glass
view of struggling life
put the needle in do it again
purchase a ticket to somewhere.

Why You Are So Much Better Than Those Other People

No toothbrush for the teeth
No bread and no butter
No friendly arms or voices
and no bed.

No casual political discussions
No time
No pizza delivery
No car.

But that's them.

And you got a bed.

She Said She Did Not Care For Gossip, and She Meant It

Mrs. Santiago the mysteries and whisperings about you
are enough to keep them talking to each other
over dinner and after Sunday's matinee at the theater
as they casually stroll through what they know of your life.

Stories of your pool boys and fly boys and high boys
and your husbands who still feel jilted or say they're in love with the memory of you laughing above the shiny, white pearls delicately hanging around your pale throat.

Old pictures surface with occasional stories of lieing journalists who say they have sighted you briefly.
Former friends who knew you for a year or two still say
they're very concerned about you but are they?

Mrs. Santiago de Castillo Northridge Manchurian Whiting
wherever you are and wherever you live, whatever you do
Do you feel safe now? Do you still have pool boys?
Are they earning their keep and treating you very well?

You figured it out, your genius whittled down so simply
the path you must follow and walk on it you have
You have the very best of both worlds in privacy and yet
you know without straining you've not been forgotten.

You know the people in the world all over still miss you.

The Dog Explains

Dog, why you cower?
Dog, why you cringe?

You gots teeth
You gots claws
You gots speed
You gots strength

Dog, why you sit when the master say "Sit"?
Dog, why you fetch when the master say "Fetch"?
Dog, why you stay when you really wanna run?
Maybe you is beat down like a scared slave son.

"Naw, I ain't scared man I got a job to do
and a dog roaming free by hisself can get screwed
but we like to pack by nature see
and even in the pack there's a hierarchy.
I figure in the pack I might be number four or five
maybe I'd be Alpha but they gotta sleep too light
so there I'd be all Beta still doing what I'm told
and they'd probably leave me alone when I got old.
So it don't hurt me none to sit or fetch or stay
and what's it to you what I do anyway?
The only ones who really hate us are self-centered cats
those mangy, smelly loners that eat dirty rats.

So who are you?"

"Hiss"

Monstors Know Monstors Best

Everyone's a victim of everyone else and the cycle's repeating

Why?
Because

Everyone's a victim of everyone else and the cycle's repeating
Why?
Because

Nobody thinks about pain when it's caused except in reference to themselves
Perennial victim you like it don't you?
Take the whip
Wield the whip
And just forget
your part in it

Everyone's a victim of everyone else and the cycle's repeating

Why?
Because

The Disease of Pretention

Thusly and thisly and whereupon and forthwith and
commiserate
commiserate
Rumplestiltskin pinned and wriggling, savior of nothing
go ahead and gloat

Pontificate quickly the chattering's getting louder
the party is fizzling and you fade
you fade all the way...

Bubbling Brain

Bubbling brain, the pain and the strain
so much to analyze
too much to analyze
And speaking of eyes they're too put upon
to think of the brain's plight
except maybe at night.

There in the center or out on the edge
it feels the occasional twinge
feels like fresh meat being sinjed
Sometimes it gives up or grows too tired
wires get crossed
and the message is lost
Some part of the body dependent on these
fails and death comes on in
or you confess to your sin
The bubbling brain roils fast in there
like water boiling in a pan
like tremors in a hand

Don't be too hard on yourself brain
Don't be too hard on yourself