The Holiday’s behind us, a new year has begun. The world it seems in turmoil, why can’t we live as one. ~ The climate seemingly haywire, continent’s now ablaze. Glacier’s melting into the seas, but to some it’s just a phase. ~ Leaders seem oblivious, striving only for your vote. Sycophants follow blindly, getting screwed while they gloat. ~ War now seems inevitable, missiles flying everywhere. Pinheads pushing buttons, could this be our final year? ~ Do I seem pessimistic, or are things as they seem? Maybe it’s time to wake up, this ain’t no F’n dream.
In a lovers contortion, bodies in place; hip to hip and face to face. Skin is warm to each other’s touch. Legs search a waist to clutch. ~ Hands explore, caress and hold, journeys had never told. Breathing heavy with kisses between. Smiles glow, the brightest seen. ~ Heart beats in-sync, whispers heard. Tremors felt without a word. Nose to nose adoring eyes meet. Souls at rest, the day we greet.
While watching TV like a slouch,
love can be made on the couch.
Or while eating tacos in candlelight,
or an extra kiss when saying goodnight.
Bad breath be damned, it’s the sunrise,
I kiss her cheeks till she opens her eyes.
Good morning’s shared and our day’s begun.
We need no plans cos everything’s fun.
We’ll relax in PJ’s, our hair a mess;
we’ll sip some coffee until we dress.
Smiles are traded with every glance.
But I smile less when she puts on her pants.
Laughter’s abundant with the joy we’ve found.
Our harmony’s felt with every sound.
Yes, love can be made most anywhere.
Just two things needed then blended with care.
The first day of life starts today. If there’s a second I can’t say. So today I’m gonna do my best, I’ll eat some veggies and get my rest. ~ I’ll smile at every passerby. I’ll say hello and wave goodbye. I’ll give my love some extra kisses. I’ll try my hardest to fulfill her wishes. ~ I’ll write a poem that brings folk’s joy. I’ll use all the tricks magicians employ. I’ll write something funny and something sweet. I’ll go upstairs soon and tickle some feet. ~ I’ll nibble some toes and lick some knees. I’ll massage some thighs if I please. I’ll whisper “I love you” in waiting ears. And hope this first day lasts for years.
My beer’s warm and my bed’s cold. My wife ran off and my car’s real old. My dog’s half dead but that’s OK, I can’t afford to feed him anyway. ~ The kids don’t talk to me anymore. I go to see mom and she locks the door. So I go to see dad in the old boneyard. I drink and I cry and I fall real hard. ~ I get so drunk I can’t even stand. I woke up once covered in sand. My toilet’s broke so I pee in the sink. There’s a shed outside, that’s where I think. ~ I got no lights to turn off or on. The landlord screams “why ain’t you gone” But don’t weep for me cos I ain’t sad. I ain’t never had a beer’s that bad.
There’s another me I’ve yet to see.
And this other me won’t let this one be.
Both see with my eyes and screw with my head.
But only one’s good, the other better off dead.
Never certain whom will wake,
or the trouble they will make.
Their highs often go way, way too far,
their lows always leaving a scar.
I need to know from where this comes,
who eats cake and who gets crumbs?
This rollercoaster must soon stop,
but then a merry-go-round I will hop.
I’m forcing this poem for a change,
may not be good but surely strange.
And maybe someday we can all agree,
whom the f*** is the real me.