If i could write anything

If I could write anything, I wouldn’t have to think.
I’d let the words flow, down the kitchen sink.

Hippopotamus

Rice crackers

Gold lips galore

I wonder what else I have left in store…

If I could write anything,
I’d write you a sonnet,
- Except I’d rather pull my eyes out of their sockets,
Because this poem’s mine and no one else’s.
So shut up Eugene,
Go mend some fences!

If I could write anything,
I’d write something funny,
Something just like good old Bugs Bunny.
He always made me smile,
With his 2 goofy teeth,
And his big white feet.

I wonder who did his voice…
Oh, how he made me rejoice.

When I needed company
He was always there for me,
Quite the personality
To be friends with little old me.

Bugs Bunny would never make fun of me.

Bugs Bunny would treat me as a friend.

He’d listen,
And care,
And love,
And share,

He’d make me feel welcome in my times of despair.

But where are my friends?
Human friends,
Won’t you come out and play?
It’s lonely here today…

I forget what I’m doing here.

A new space, I’ve cleared.
Just for me.
And yet, I find myself wanting to fill it with others.

These inextricable ties to the people in our lives,
These connections make life worthwhile.

But the truth is I’m scared.
I’m scared of what I might say,
If I really had every word,
Every sentence
And every page
To play.

I’d write something beautiful…
Something magical!
Something important.

I’d put the reader in a spell,
Write words as if they
Fell
From
The
Heavens,

Glitter in the moonlight

Wings flutter,
Lips st-st-stutter,
Tension rises
No more surprises
This is the moment
Where we kiss…

Kiss,
K
Iss,
Ki
Ss,
K
Iss,
Kiss

Reminisce

Fingers
And toes
Remember what I felt
Though my mind seems amelt
A molten
Olden
God forsaken
Rotten
Damn it, I’ve forgotten her name!

Her wonderful name

Oh wait,
Yes,
Now I remember

You.

The love I never gotten
Unrequited
Downtrodden
Can’t be forever
For I am clever
Cleverer than you
Who strings me
Along
Like a feather
In a knit
Sweater.

What’s that doing there?
Seems unfair
For a bird to pay the price of man
What would Donald Duck say about your plan?

Leave me be…

I’d like to be alone now,
Please.

1, 2, 3…
1, 2, 3…

Aaah, that’s better.

I breathe.

E

X

H

A

L

E

Feels good, doesn’t it?

Now back to the matter at hand,
At the tip of my fingers,
No need for toes
Or nose
Just substance
Knows:

If I could write anything,
What would I say?

I suppose I would say
”Have a good day”
To my friends
And my foes.
For one day
There will be no more days.

This poem of life,
Of existence
In light
Will certainly
Come
To
An
End
.