Poetry, Random Ramblings and Rants

So…

I’m waiting on a bus

Talking to this strawberry blonde

w/ iridescent sapphire eyes

& silky snow white skin

Wondering why a she-devil-angel-rainbow-princess

Hasn’t been thrown my way

One w/ long sharp velvet claws

& wings that cut through

My self-centered indecision like razors

I’ve seen hints of her existence

Nestled brightly in the shadows

Of what some might call Heaven

She’s got wild waterfalls of hair

Where

Childlike dreams smile sweetly

In their sleep

Safe in the blanket

In the warm sunshine

Of her gravity

I’m not PC

I’m an equal opportunity offender

Don’t care about your race, class, sexual proclivities or gender

I myself oozed out of an amped up philosophic blender

My first act was to wipe off the stamp that said

“Return To Sender”

I’m not PC

Ask my boss… I’m more like PO-ed, tinkled 

I mean sprinkled thru w/ bitterly amused

& more than willing to

test your tolerance for being abused

By my humor or my caustic dipped in poison well honed tongue…

when my little world feels bruised

I find the moment or it finds me

Heaven and Hell don’t need eternity

I’m not PC

I’m not white, I’m melanically challenged

My busted heart pumps blood that’s red

Thru my poisoned brain in my damaged head

& to top it off, sometimes my balls are blue

I’m an all American

Emotional terrorist built for two

The years are twisted and fed

By the number of times I shoulda been dead

& I’m smiling at the vague shadowy memory

Of some half-lived fantasy that reaches out for me

But has yet to be…

Then genitalia in a bear trap irony 

Rudely wakes me from my dreamed of reality

At the supermarket checkout line

The tabloid headline

Assaults my whys and whens with

“Some of your co-workers may be space aliens”

I’d be more surprised if some were not, but that 

Aside, what do I do with the time I’ve got?

Satanic Romantic Charming Alarming Comic Bit

Call it what you want

I’m still the same old dude

Pulling the same old shit

Making my life performance art

& calling myself a Poet 

Beauty walks beside her

In a gentle sisterhood

She shines through mediocrity

With a sunshine all her own

I see her dancing

To a drummer I can almost hear