onyx

Onyx
12-13-14


Sampling my prisms
Yet to embark on another tome
Of rhyme bridging the schisms
R.E.M. on my computer speakers
Of downloads for free
And moderate mannerisms
I hear the fireworks of another
Black Silk pot yet brewing
This one goes out to the One I love
Seeming to be lacking its indigo
The onyx as my latest muse
As soon the sun cometh up
On my peacefulness
By my new drug in its tranquility
I give it another alibi
In that I let it fly...

























Trying Cessation
12-13-14


Watching my Wellbutrin
Knowing not its adversity
Sampling my Chantax
Hoping for no such antagonism
O, will it work alongside my other prescription drugs
I'm better best to rearrange
And if it works for me
It's nothing strange
By such an insatiable craving
Yet conducive
In that it tastes good to me
It's the beginning of a new world
As far as purblind eyes can clearly see
And I feel wonderful...










Stand Back And Listen
12-13-14


Taking up Geometry
O, stand back and listen
Hanging up more ornaments
To reflect colored lights that glisten
Keep a chart and a calendar
And log the day's events
Before your alter ego repents
You can train yourself to cease and desist
And consider making a more healthy shopping list
My family tree serves as my motive to live on
And to be good to myself
Come the light of another dawn
Taking up trigonometry
Until I disengage the blade
To cut the lawn...












Four Down, One To Go
12-13-14


Journal pages can be like cigarette rolling papers
When you run out you can always get more
O, stand back and observe
In what you have found in this
Keeping motives pure
And I'm up before the light of day
To write these rhymes until my hand gets sore
Try to wear this on your sleeve
By my repetitious act of self destruction
One raises his fingers to his mouth
As a learned behavior
Such seems to be a long shot
But it's worth another try...












Trans Fat
12-13-14


Don't mean to be parsimonious
Hallelujiah, it was another wonderful trip
To the steak house with Mother
Coming home to talk about the passion
And hum along to my spiritual ration
Not everyone can carry the weight of the world of fashion
I'm back in the swing of things
This is not all that she wrote
According to my generous ration
When I try to give it up
I'm losing track of the time
Apology accepted
I didn't need to miss the boat
Where trans fat sticks to my blood vessels
In that talk is cheap
Come the tongue that wrestles...