For no other reason than
Joining forces against her
Quarreling for the sake of
Ways to speak
Zilch about poetry
©Paris Poems 2015
Challenge for May 18, 2015 A-Z
photo of model Sasha Pivovarova for V Magazine
by photographer Mario Testino
Ripping your head off
would be quite the turn off
Ripping your heart out
that would make a happy shout
Forgiveness is between you and God,
and I will happily arrange that meeting
although it would be kind of odd….for HIM
You played me like a dummy?
I´m going to crash your head like a little bunny
and then roll in laughter since is going to be so funny
with blood dripping off all parts of your body
Killing you slowly?
Forget that you female twat!!
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
You will forgive me,
if I am miles away, it seems,
do your best to just overlook,
torn out pages from the book,
fake that smile,
a uniquely outworn,
you’d be smart to ignore,
my presence for a while;
You will believe me,
when I tell you the things,
in the long moments – left unsaid,
but genuinely and truthfully spirited,
walk the plank,
if it pleases your mom,
you’ve got history to make,
best take that shit home;
You will regret me,
for your selfish timing,
so many months within a year,
and you chose now to wing it here,
absorb the blow,
of the sucker-punch,
quit your slithering below,
own your bullshit for once.
What does this morning’s dawning want to bring to me?
I could wash the wood floors, or climb a tall tree;
I could force myself to get my lab work done, finally;
Or I could sit on the beach and get stoned, like I want to be.
How’s about the library?
I can read my favorite books endlessly;
Surprise Sensei Han when I show up for karate;
Or just sit on my ass at my desk and write poetry.
Perhaps I will lead, in high speed – at the racetrack, again;
Or maybe shit some overpriced ammo down the drain;
I could always go hiking and get lost in the rain;
I’m partial to the idea of a tattoo gun’s special pain.
Today might be the day I dive for abalone;
Or decide to set my family of society finches free;
I just never know what’s in store for me;
With a mind so confined by its A.D.H.D.