Dog Eared Life

a dog-eared life


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i have a dogeared life,

and no god danged wife,

got things to get back to,

some things id rather not do,

clawfoot tub in my bathroom,

got a room with a view, just for two,

so i can forget you.

especially you.



read the book over and over,

cover to cover,

prologue, epilogue,

but your dialogue’s last in my head,

from quote to quote, from he said to she said,

paragraphs of causation,

chapters of alienation,

and yet no exclamation, no interrogation,

only a lost period.



sometimes a plain word says more than a letter,

sometimes a blank rage says it so much better.



I flip and and i skip, but cant find my place,

not in this world, not with my face,

not with a girl, with you girl,

in my story, we're not in a hurry,

linger a while on a blank page, draw a smile on your blank face,

seen making our own scene, laughter, then after,

the wind is obscene,

the window obselete,

ah the sleet, now the steam, and now we can write?

it was a dark and stormy night…

just start over, and start right, with a fight,

some fashion of passion, a last one, a lone gun,

unknown one,

samoan hitman with the snowman shogun,

more itchin, scratchin

correction of a verbal insurrection,

building your mentalese erection,

add complication to the hero’s medication,

before skydivin off to save the sioux nation, and…

what did you say? countdown to foreplay,

and youre at three and now you need me?

ive lost it, the plot, the idea, the will, the wont, the dos and the donts,

no motivation to continue, to read, or to write,

or to right the wrong words no one else will spot.

especially you.



sometimes a pained word says more than a letter,

sometimes a blank stage says it so much better.



my mind's narrator, to date her, berate her, separate her,

from me and my bold type face,

i embrace you, so i dont have to face you,

i hug you to snub you,

a chance to look over your shoulder,

overlook you and get colder,

ive grown older and wiser, so now I despise her,

squeezin you so i can look out and spy her, or her, or her,

or...hurry up and let go, so i can get goin,

turn away so im not showin

my smile, my wave, my goodbye face

you take as my undying love for this place,

standing here, stayin here, with you so near,

cuz the view, my dear, is so freakin niiiice.



sometimes bein plain bored says more than a letter,

sometimes the right age says it so much better.



your italicized thoughts, go on page after page,

i dont have time for that sh*t, skip a bit, bend the corner, maybe come back later,

better think twice, but i cant think a once, not of you,

lifes needs, and pains and gains sink my wants,

once and for all, or once just for me,

find another book, another store, another city,

tired of writin lives for so many people,

let them live or die, or for once, do the needful.

especially me.



sometimes a plain word…

sometimes a blank page…