Spiritual Carnival

© Feb 14, 2016. All Rights Reserved.

I see spiritual carnivals,
Self-controlled by bankrolls.
Americanized souls,
Raped by white flag poles.
Foes dyin’ by blowholes.
Skulls snatchin’ needles.
Eagles crowdin’ rare goals,
Wearin’ faces with moles.

Spiritual carnival.
Spiritual carnival.
Bandages in my head.
In my head.
In my head.

My blind, signed eyes,
Leaps inside.
Somethin’ I despise.
My eyes are wide,
Switched to 4.0.
20/20 vision.
Tell me what you don’t know.
All has risen.

Spiritual carnival.
Spiritual carnival.
Bandages in my head.
In my head.
In my head.

Breathin’ out of proportion.
A heart meant for contortion,
Pumpin’ up poison,
Half-seen explosion.
A trapeze for an early one.
Swing aside abortion.
Acrobats havin’ fun.
Only one really won.

Spiritual carnival.
Spiritual carnival.
Bandages in my head.
In my head.
In my head.

Break a record for gain.
A unicycle to sue a side.
A zillion pieces in a blood stain,
Suicide has nothin’ to hide.
Flexible bones confiscated.
Techniques advance.
Body language overhated.
Class clowns in a trance.

Spiritual carnival.
Spiritual carnival.
Bandages in my head.
In my head.
In my head.

I’m a natural.
I’m the official.
My work’s eternal.
Mercy’s a hurdle.
Acronyms in one initial.
I’m in the middle.
I’m an awkward riddle.
Success is painful.

Spiritual carnival.
Spiritual carnival.
Bandages in my head.
In my head.
In my head.

Catapult livers to defeats.
Bravery stops the weak.
Years strengthen heartbeats.
Perfectin’ every technique.
Pressure’s a gorgeous thing.
Prepared to survive.
Eatin’ offspring.
Or dyin’ alive.

Simple Distance

© Feb 1, 2016. All Rights Reserved.

 

Day one, I’m 5,
And I saw you,
Through a window,
Pass curfew.

Only you
Made me walk.
Only you
Made me talk.

Day two,
I called you love,
And I got
A shove.

I thought
About yesterday.
Why were you
Out late anyway?

Day three, I walked outside
To look about.
My mind was
Torn inside-out.

Until I saw you
As my heart would race.
As you ran, I hid my face.

Day four,
It started to snow.
I stared on the bus,
And kept my head low.

The bus driver
Took attendance.
Amelia, I knew
Your name ever since.

Day five, we were in
The same class.
Kindergarten’s where
I saw your pizzazz.

You’d talk
To everyone.
Animals. Objects.
They all had fun.

Day six, I couldn’t
Focus on homework.
My photographic memory
Had your smirk.

My knees trembled
To your sight,
But I couldn’t
Kiss you goodnight.

Day seven, my mother
Whooped me in class.
You laughed as I
Pooped brown mass.

How could I
Forget your comment?
Look at that loser!
My world went.

Day eight, distract
The fact that I want you.
It’s how you act;
It’s what you do.

Only real.
It’s who you are.
I don’t
Need a repertoire.

Day nine, I hold
The class door for you.
I insist you walk,
So you do.

We could’ve bonded,
But you didn’t.
That’s the day
My mind went.

Day ten,
You were horseback riding.
Me and the horses
Words were fighting.

Your touch
Was meant to be mine.
You could’ve rode me
Until you were fine.