Thrums: Maybe Third Time's a Charm?

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Sea Script

shh listen, hear the ocean as she tells
what the sand could never seem to forget
For the script is written on the shells
Of how Fish met Fisherman's net

"My heart he did cruelly bait,
Without showing an ill notion,
And Elongated death's decently wait
While intoxicating me with loves potion"

Deep thoughts of the Bus Stop

Artificial life synthetically commercials seductive but pressurizes grief

Traffic horns map creases within city people’s faces of sharp angles

The metal born florescent trees possess not a single fine veined leaf

All this I imagine as I gazed on the street corner homeless man’s tangles

Self Conscious Coffee Grinding

Rockabye baby don’t say a word, or momma out of your chest she’ll carve a flying bird


I place my tongue
in the cusp of the cup
where flesh touches bone of my teeth.


Coffee tastes the same after the third cup; I started drinking black when I quit cigarettes. Sometimes when I roll the grounds across the curve of my tongue it tastes like the red Russians I religiously started my mornings with. My skin itches at the thought of a smoke so place a bud in my ear and let a guitar rift clatter across my skull, tripping clumsily over the mess of my thought process I should have cleaned and organized into neat piles. Procrastination and the temptation of a numbingly dull conversation with a peer had convinced me to think of it later.

The fluorescent youth of the couple behind is hurting my head as the screaming of the singer begins to hurtle across the interior of my brain at 100 miles an hour. I hear her pounding from the inside so I quickly pull the head phone from the shell of the ear hoping she takes the hint.

I realize that what I wish for is not clamoring notes but sheer silence, it is near impossible for this in a coffee shop. I tune into the noise of the caffeine driven machines, whirring, chatting, giggling, and prodding with an elfish glory at the nakedness of my emotions that have scattered in my minds absence like teeth to a hammer upon the lament surface of the table, straightening their
tentacles they wave, to become the interest of others.
Embarrassed

I collect them, suffocating and crushing them with the soft map of wrinkles attached to my wrist. I messily shove them into my mouth, swallowing their indignant cries as I taste the raw flesh of
feeling.

The couple is politely stealing covert glances at the phantom crumbs that have collected on the corners of my mouth.
Self consciously I swab them free avoiding their embers to
ignite with mine that are placed within our eye sockets.
I can be normal. See how picture perfect Dahlia Adele can
stir her cup of coffee, now watch as I sip, notice no drips,
tight tight tight corners taunt, see how average? How
humdrum mundane teenage gossip eater am I?

You are all looking at me I can feel it, but the joke is on you.

Rockabye baby don’t say a word, or momma out of your chest she’ll carve a flying bird

watch
me
beg
my
sanity

Self

If you’d open

The door to the cage of my ribs

To look for the bright cardinal

You’ve been misinformed


he was starved a long time ago

the cage has been cleared of his feathers

though a few droppings are strewn

The cardinal will not sing


If you’d pry open

The latch to my mind

To find intelligence and wise thoughts

You’ve been misinformed


I’v rented out the space

to a quiet couple

they don’t make much noise

I think one of their names is Trudy


If you slit open

the curve of my stomach

To find a few good laughs

Then you’ve been misinformed


I lost the laugh in my throat years ago

I’m pretty sure

the frog took it

Wild West Late Night Speical

My adored my dear, I pray you shan't ever conceive
Of the Desert Fear I face when my mind takes leave

Among the dehydrated abyss lay cattle skulls hollow
Bare soles step on rattle snakes avoiding shadows that follow

Death is less frightening contrasted to Life's common pain
The clouds still fume thundered lightening but mercy no rain

Penetrating sun ray breaks skin to inssure blood to boil
Budding cactus flowers still manage to bloom in raped dry soil

home home on the range
Where you can plead tumbleweed insanity claims
Where never is heard
A positive word
And Suicide is just an asinine game