All of the Frazzled

©. Nov. 30, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

She can stop thinking

About having a soulmate,

Let alone a partner.

It’s my birthright to love,

But she follows me

Until she finds flaws in me.

Might I add that flowers last

For about a week,

But she gets prettier?

She joins saints with no complaints,

But on Earth,

There’s grandfather clauses to see.

I don’t want the one to forget

Her wedding vows

And I don’t want children.

I don’t want bad thoughts on them,

But want life

In the northern extremities.

In order for her to want me,

I have to do the job

Of 3 Wise men

And if there were not 3 Wise Men,

Then I am her job,

But without rupees.

Risking my life means that

She may think about wanting me,

But she is dust,

In the serenity,

Buried in the foggiest place

That I can find.

I gave her all that I have,

But was deluded

With her trust and stardust.

Please respect my privacy,

But everyone wants

To get inside my mind.

First impressions are deceiving

Because I try hard

To look different,

But she may even allow her parents

And grandparents

Whoop her children

Would her children be my children,

But mine are unborn

Like an accident

And it’s not a mere accident,

Because I am better now

Than I was then.

Replenish my riches

Of happiness like I’m married

On my birthday,

But I’m not because the world

Is a cutthroat competition

With cancer.

Must my words persuade the world

Or must I pose in front of bookshelves

And pray?

I pray by my lonesome

Wholesomely and no longer

Am I a poser.

Do you think that I think

That you think

About me?

Someone with no talent

Still has to enter

A talent community

Like being on house arrest

With no stores nearby

And still getting older.

I’ve not been to prison,

But have been imprisoned

By the merest tv,

Wanting to be spoon-fed

Puréed apples,

But I’m not because it’s colder.

I’m interviewed,

Tested, and set up

Without even knowing about it

And English is my native language,

But I still

Cannot explain my life.

When the moment is right,

The watchers are watched,

Wondering why you don’t quit.

When the moment is right,

The watchers know that God is watching

All the strife.

I can attest to you

That I’ve been questioned

On how I think someone looks.

Saying “Yes,” may make the person

Throw a tantrum,

But their action’s sincere.

When I’m at work, strangers tell her

How they won’t leave her sight,

But I read books.

It’s a pricy headache

Like feeling spit through a trumpet,

Lasting a year.

Like I’m in my 30s

Finding out

About the Council of Nicaea,

I’m aware that the New Testament

Been around,

But I’m not complaining.

May she accept

The Trinity

More than just a sweet-sounding idea,

Keeping her body Holy

Like her boyfriend friend zones women

For nothing.

I would not worship you,

But I would endure prolonged starvation

With you

And I would endure sleep deprivation

While you tug on

My love handles.

Should not love be

In my vocabulary

Because of what I go through?

The frazzled does not determine failure

And some failures

Are called rebels.

Do you think that I think

That you think

About me?

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How Could You Love Her?

©. Nov. 23, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

She has laced overshirts.

She has gossamer jeans,

Fishnet arm sleeves, stockings,

And a picture of queens.

Does she like the macabre?

Could she like only romance

Because she’s just a goth?

She’s a human with plans.

Maybe she bites tattoos.

They’re watching you watch her,

Though they’ve watched her body.

You’ve heard her heart answer.

You can know French

And they may still call you

A Francophobe.

What if you could read her

Romance poems

On an open mic?

You could make her smile,

But would others

Understand it?

They stare at her

Uncanniness with sorriness

And like.

How could you be

Beside her or on

The opposite side?

How could you adore her

Walking down

Bifurcated stairs?

How thick are the shirts

That you’re wearing

When you’re hugging her?

And how could you see

A future with her

Without nightmares?

You could have annotated notes

Of all that makes

Her smile.

All that she’s proud of

Could be for the tall,

Dark, and handsome,

Surprised like a jackpot

In a thrift store

When it’s closing.

You could be too late,

But you arrive

And you overcome.

How could you?

How could you love her?

She has a parasol

She paints in the rainfall,

But that cannot be her.

You don’t know her at all.

They’ve made you wear bright clothes.

You’re too broke to be dark

And you’re blacker than that.

Who cares if there’s a spark?

Did you read your Bible?

Stop thinking about her.

There will be other flames.

Not the ones you prefer.

You could be making warmth

With her deepest

Darkest secrets.

You could be hearing

Other people

Hating you again.

You could be religious

And they

Wouldn’t even know it.

You could get to know her

More and she could

Be a Christian.

She could be everything

And wrap her arms

Around your fears.

You could be sincere

And she could

Be a deception.

Did you know that

She likes the fearless,

So you are fearless

And you’re anti-conformity

And she’s

Your exception.

You could have annotated notes

Of all that makes

Her smile.

All that she’s proud of

Could be for the tall,

Dark, and handsome,

Surprised like a jackpot

In a thrift store

When it’s closing.

You could be too late,

But you arrive

And you overcome.

How could you?

How could you love her?

Frivolous Fantasies

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She can make

Competitive art

An Olympic sport again,

Can market

Preloved pillows

During the drollest day in June,

And can become

A mentor

On how to be a good Christian.

She leads

By example

And makes informed decisions so soon.

She learns the world

From laconic lessons,

Then she changes it.

Aggressively, preventing

The frequent earthquakes

And moonquakes,

Glad that

The sky doesn’t fall

Because clouds can weigh like a writ.

She is fit enough

To burn common calories

And heartaches.

Thinking about

Her is

Like deep pressure therapy afar,

Dying from laughter

Wanting her memories

To be with yours,

And holding

Your breath underwater

In a functionless car.

She’s your prisoner of war

Because she’s on your mind

Like chores.

There were fifty

Frivolous fantasies

Until there was her.

Was her.

Was her.

She was everything

That I could imagine,

Simply for me.

You’ve given me

A moment of silence

While I was alive.

You’re dry-aging,

But can consistently win

Marathon runs

And you’re badgered

Into forging a relationship

With her.

Your mind makes it

A common occurrence;

You could

Have grandsons.

You could have loved ones

And connoisseurs around

Till December.

You don’t have to wait

For exhaustion,

But work to prove it wrong,

With speed faster

Than speed bags

And double end bags, you can move.

You strike and wrestle with

Heavy bags

And are mentally strong.

Flawlessness is viewed

As comme ci comme ça,

Which you prove.

You improve your life,

But the population

Wants you away.

Fearful of colored lotion

And the

Excessive wonderment.

The accounts of patience

Was walking in straight lines

With delay.

You’re a bonafide artist

Because you produce

Great content.

There were fifty

Frivolous fantasies

Until there was her.

Was her.

Was her.

She was everything

That I could imagine,

Simply for me.

You’ve given me

A moment of silence

While I was alive.

A Preloved Karen

©. Nov. 9, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

A Debbie Downer meets a Karen,

Then Karen boycotts a restaurant.

They meet a condescending has-been,

Then they meet a Black Maria, too!

Karen meets a peeping Tom at home,

Then meets a John Doe and a Jane Doe.

She listens like it’s a metronome,

Then listens to a jack of all trades.

Preloved stevia is redundant,

But carcinogen is familiar.

She is aware if she can or can’t

And wants the world to say, “Roger that.”

Karen meets a housed moaning minnie.

She meets a tomboy and a tomgirl.

She even has the life of Riley.

Her name is mud; she’s the real McCoy.

Karen cares about

The Hurricane Katrina,

The Sandy Hook

Elementary School shooting,

And the victims that

She complained about daily.

Because she loves the police.

She loves Chad, but not Tyrone.

She loves Becky and Stacy.

Watching them rob Peter to pay Paul,

She then takes the mickey out of them.

A nervous Nellie near her is tall

Enough to see Johnny on the spot.

Yes, she keeps up with the Joneses,

Mainly to clash with a Jack the Lad,

Then she wants to go on voyages

Just to call for the supervisor.

Pennies are pointless with Benjamins.

Karen puts forth maximum effort

To know Tom, Dick, and Harry’s run-ins,

But hates to see a curious George.

Her rants create a Walter Mitty

And Joe Blogs thinks that Bob’s her uncle.

She abhors the store’s new policy

And is a traveling smart aleck.

Karen cares about

The Hurricane Katrina,

The Sandy Hook

Elementary School shooting,

And the victims that

She complained about daily.

Because she loves the police.

She loves Chad, but not Tyrone.

She loves Becky and Stacy.

You Have Potential

©. Nov. 3, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Inches away from a hug,

I sense

Lifelong shortcomings.

“What’s wrong,”

Someone says,

Only for me to think that you’re wrong.

Wrap me up in a world

Where tokenism

Does not exist.

Act like I was born

In a business suit

All along.

When one touch

Takes me

To the acquisition of physics,

I attempt to show that

You are sufficient

To someone.

Excuses for heartache

Is to be modest

With standards,

Smarter than apothecaries

And brighter

Than the sun.

I don’t need your games

And I doubt that you’re worth $7.99.

You have potential, but not with me,

So stay out of my nonprofit business.

You have potential.

You have potential,

But not with me.

I have a faint sense of humor

For free pizza

For life,

But they pay

For your compliance

And slay your reliance.

Don’t kiss me

Until I feel

Like I swallowed a diamond,

Then squash me again

Until I can feel

Your deniance.

Foster caring when the speechless

Is unresponsive because of

Sales tax tokens.

Stop calling it a race

Because there’s no competition,

But a deadline to die.

I don’t think you’d date me

If I had a stuttering problem,

But you’d date yourself.

You’d address the moons

Before you address me,

But I don’t think that’s because I’m shy.

I don’t need your games

And I doubt that you’re worth $7.99.

You have potential, but not with me,

So stay out of my nonprofit business.

You have potential.

You have potential,

But not with me.

You have potential

Like the first and last person

To laugh at a joke unheard of.

Rapture me before the

Hour of temptation

Because I can see hostility.

Another passion is robbed

And braggers laugh at ended careers,

Causing killings.

The Department of Labor

Does not care,

But if you don’t give up, “Are you ready?”

You’re so unreal that you could be

In a display case,

But I don’t want you displayed.

You’re as real as not needing a license

And FOID card

In order to have freedom,

Being a sweetheart at a job,

But willing to die,

So nobody robs the place,

And paying off everyone’s debt,

But mine, because you’ve never seen

What I’ve become.

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