I am busy
nO , I donit have TIME for your eggs on Monday
Tuesdayö ummm no, suck your game.
Sunday mornings are the only thing that matter
Soon little feet will pitter patter
if you ain’t about it
get out the game
heart, heart, smile smart
Where are you?
Let’s up the game
you seemed sad today
i will always loves you in a way
it is your choice
to not give yourself to me
At some point a pathetic mouse will come to your door
You don’t like mice so much but the pathetic you abhor more
So you feed the mouse until it becomes strong
The mouse smiles and winks at you and knows his battle has been won
Somewhere along the way the mouse becomes a lion in his own mind
Moves far away to search for his own kind
Wish him good luck
And when he returns wish him good luck
But close that door
The floor is clean now
You don’t need dirty paw prints on your floor
You said
you say you love me like this
like never before
then why I am I alone right now
magic exists in us
so i forgive your forgetfulness
and I hope you forgive when i forget you
It is night now
I love this time of day 3 a.m. … it is love loss, rujevenation all in the same.
Oh you
I love you
No one knows me like you do
I try to fight it
But
No one makes me happier
Stronger
Better
Than you
It isn’t forever
That’s what makes me sad
But nothing is forever
So I suppose we should be
Ok with that
The comfort
The soul
The acceptance
Of what I am
Will make you the only man
That ever knew
Excerpt
My eyes set upon an ashtray growing its own mountain of cigarette butts, from my horizontal position on the couch I could stick out my tongue and lick one of the butts if I was so inclined. Why I would be inclined to lick said butts is a thought to mull over for another day
I heard a sound; my stomach churned. He was in the bathroom, surprisingly up early for someone who had spent the better part of the night fashioning a can-crack pipe, smoking crack, losing can crack pipe, searching apartment dumpster for cans to fashion new crack pipe, smoking crack, losing pipe – you get the picture.
Bad People Were Babies Too by Joti Heir
B
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Stutter you
Sweet does
Kind heart
Unlike others
Now I should not bother
with people unlike you
world hatred thought I
sunshine kindness in you
forever I am obliged
to have neared with you
forever it is not
forever it is also
what we have got
is magic sphere
forever I am sure
in all glaxies and all spheres
I will encounter you
I hope the world works this way
Because your goodness
Has got to have a reason
