It was like leather sticks with mushroom coating.
Like cow tongue licks with weather side roaming.
A naked watch that was watching me.
A lever to pull that grew like a tree.
Slowly but surely the muscles were fat.
Uplifting but low...the owner was a rat.
Sold to the corner where the slobber sets in.
It's wet and smells bad like a few.....of our friends.
It was like a condom...
That was made out of stone.
A cracker of wisdom that was so damn old.
Like crows it was...
Washed with no rinse.
Like me it was...
It made no sense.
It happened again...
I said hello and I heard no hey.
It's happened again...
There's nothing to say.
Maybe the old man thought I was
Stupid, ignorant, mad, or insane.
Maybe the old man didn't want
Me on this plane.
Who really knows?
Who really cares?
Who really studies?
Who just stares?
At freaks like me...at people like you.
At old men like he...at sickness that grew.
The old man might not have hated me...
He might have just said...
"I don't know about this boy...
He looks messed in the head."
She died today.
I'm not sure why?
She left us this way.
I'm not sure again?
I thought of nonsense yesterday..........
I think of serious feelings right now.
It's words like..........
Died, Killed, Hurt, and Murdered..........
That jump start our emotions for a single moment at a time..........
At a time: meaning they don't last, one day at a time becomes the unsatisfied past.
She died today.
And yet we still laugh!
She left us this way.
And yet we still complain!
Even though we didn't know her, Even though we didn't see her,
We don't have to act as if we never talked to her.
She was one of us, we are one of her, she should be remembered..........our respect we should send to her.