Pencil to paper … why did it snap
Pen to paper … mistake, error .. can’t erase
Angry, salty moisture on my face
Just type, you lost writer … what is it again
Your eulogy, says a sleeping me to a weakling
Wake up, wake up alive, feeling heartbeats..mine
Shout out loud … I am good at wanting more!
Selfish, generous, hungry for wild sparks
Too late, settle down and breathe in your years
So wrong for wanting wild chaos in pouring rain
That was another hungry manic time and place
What am I doing here? Ah yes, in case she dies
Eulogy for bipolar face – when she’s off her meds
She’s amazing but I can write!
Category: Writing
Fell several times on padded backside
Thus opened the door – unknowingly
Pins and needles, arrived – annoying
It’s not slowing me down, says prideful self
Foolish choice, true to form – ignore, ignore
Months with aggressively violent guest
Invaded with numbness, weakness , pain
Medically tested and scanned – finally dubbed
Lumbar radiculopathy L-5 pinched nerve
Eviction of nuisance? Not easy but it will be done
Writer or symptoms – someone must move
Type to create upon a lawless screen
Writer’s transport glides via lovely fiction
Common air breathers consume it maniacally, coarsely
Happily cursed characters are appropriate – void of true sound
Without form or breathable truth – no dimension either
Yes, land walkers yearn to be run into exquisite paragraphs
Regardless, both sides may only dream
New and hearty PC – a costly lie
Motherboard spark, seizing betrayal
Trusty muse-clicking Remington typewriter
Easily forgotten cursed yesterday ribbons
Fine crafted pen glides upon textured page
Now cornered by edits in doubting mind
Retro pencils complete with erasers
Heavy-handed verses snap away its maker
Worded genius only uttered to the Bard’s sky
Naturally, ungodly tempest protests such a launch
Perhaps simple thought won’t produce a tumor
Reach back, reach back says someone absurd
To popsicle tainted hands and dress
Sprinting through barrio jungle
Battling empty lot pebbles and thistles
Rust plagued Impala spacecraft
Forget, forget mama’s jalapeno truth
Baking, sweltering in welfare room
Void within apologetic hopeless Frigidaire
Bus seat assessment, filthy drunk fear
Return, arrive to A/C cushioned home
To cherished poet’s cyber sanctuary
Topped off with lover’s coffee and biscotti
One monochrome world – limited dimension
So curiously safe – not safe at all
Shuffle through congested vistas
Cursory nods at vile dying vandals
Threshold to foreign human angles – please help
Bound wonders – perfumed in musty liberation
Gently adoring finger tips caress paged joy
Entranced, now open eyes go wider
Opinionated facts streaming into hollow mind
Agree or not – subscribe or reject
Involved in a penned thought world – success
Literary dweller – unfettered supreme traveler
Apply pen to paper – soar across all skies
Higher meaning via literary maze
Within opinionated flaps of printer’s skin
Scanning, absorbing lost bundled letters
Clear message – not quite brilliant works
Writer’s stance is hollow, feeble – no sacrifice at all
Nonfiction soul is lacking – perhaps even exiled
Plastering glossy imagines – like flowers in mud
Writer’s composing spirit is dying – thus yellow, moldy funeral
Reader lives willingly to suffer the task
Such is required to take up the purposeful quill
You are plainly unarmed
Yet you brutally assault me
You are completely mute
Still, your thunderous demands
Quake my quivering hands
A cruel and necessary genesis
For all brilliant and doggerel verses
Blank page, my beloved nemesis
Anxious fingers keep harassing
Pestering a gimpy, meaningful brain
Write something, even truly stupid
Narcissistic inner voice protests
No doggerel platitudes, I command!
Thus leaves a twitching word steward
Aching for corrupt inspiration-filled bottle
Aptly prescribed by clever illiterate souls
Grateful, thankful hearts
venture into amazing worlds
carefully hidden in stagnant ones
Grateful, thankful souls
feel no want when they are loved
Grateful, thankful drifters
gaunt and aimless amongst plenty
needing little more than meager
scraps and kindness to create a feast
Grateful, thankful writer
is humbled by God’s blessings
and is moved by all the love in world
Happy Thanksgiving
Medicated Words 