World Wide Free MediaA Poem by CharlyeMonroe Dedicated to us. Share it with your friends, video to come soon, it's going to be a long one.
Since the first book I have been reaching for a new style, something to break the second person in speaking directly to you
Curtains up This is a stage show, not cinema Tears already Heavy, set in the skeleton Slim frame sturdy as the light post swinging Long socks rise Shape like an hour glass kills The new death and that is a good shade on you Parade of blue New skies welcomed Would-be sages’ slew the beasts that they gave name to Old wounds knock funny bones Text jokingly that it must be the city air that is choking me Good sex bruises around my throat retort that you feel familiar Smeared ink Slashed tires Comme ci, comme ca “No such thing as maybe, baby, I call em how I see em.” Not my type Are you a man or the prototype? She says I’m a man Seaworthy making my way towards horizon, trying to see the moon on the other side No division Her legs wander across the scenery Heart laced in gold standard. Have mercy. All clad Goldie Locks, the mix breed bears resemblance to matter, matter of fact more lovely than the sum of her parts, funny how that works Curtains close The color red is for times like these Rose pedals litter the stage in clumps Lights dim but the life doesn’t fade away Beach is dry and the tide has gone out Crabs scurry along before the gulls get you Slide ways to shells Tongues twisted in knots Peach cheeks keep record of what charcoal cannot The refrain of a feeling Solid Warm Pallet stained, The razors edge cleans up a spot for something new There is a cleft Keep from escaping breath Breath in And again And again Encore “Dialectic reasoning out of bounds.” “It is just not the way things go around.” “You arouse suspicion.” “Something has gone missing; I can feel it in my chest when I put my head on pillow.” I wanted to say something about the overwhelming sensation but I just can’t find the words Trying hard to put you in perspective Advantage Form fur silken blend and structured Knees and toes and I add enamel All is well in love and war Sore spot below the navel because we are in This is not one of those songs People keep talking The unavoidable truth too attached Bye shoe strings Rip cords Seconds to impact and he’s not stopping First smell sickness Like stale piss from the pores Poor people Scent staining the concrete, seeping through the pavement, sweating siding from the buildings When they ask their parents about the bench pressed with body, deliberate spot marked territory with codex like, “This is my job, and at the end of 9 to 5 I go home and f**k my wife.” Bless you “My life is hell,” he says with a heavy emphasis on the "H" so you can smell his breath, “where’d you get to find happiness for 45 minutes?” Majority of my time spent in the s**t trying to figure out how I’m going to eat Bold italicized Eat, s**t, and die yuppie scum I succumb immediately to flattery and interest gaining I’m not complaining this gets a little old Lucky to look into my eyes and see nothing Fulfill that stigma that n***a is a dirty word Nothing but a vowel sound to make them go off like fireworks Know my place on the totem pole Match sticks Burn down to finger tips and flick away the ash Acid rain Pollution makes my eyes water Too lazy Fair trade and slow food resolution Revolving doors Thin black line And I must be going blind because my marks look dimmer Grease burns fill my mouth for reaching into the fire too fast, tongue blistered but nothing ever felt so good Street sweeper sterility Keep it down when I just want to breathe Burberry weekend And my friend says one day this will be the gangster s**t. Silly Six months Swollen Sun burns through the SPF Chain linked ours to a parked car on the side of the highway warding off the evil spirits Grind you into f*****g dust Samsonite rolling through the terminal touting "This is it and damn it if you don’t feel good." “Great minds, am I right?” Everybody's got their something "So am I supposed to just sit here?" It'll be an off chance on a good night More than like the least of our worries “I say what’s the hurry and you just pause because it’s dinner time." Bell and switch “Can’t hold onto the hot seat, you feel it?” Wish you could deal this hand and catch a clean pair The show must go on and next season is going to be a killer Short end of the stick you're grabbing at “Baby, I need a beat, do the honors, please.” Knuckles primed Pillow filled and slung over shoulder South by southwest, she says take me out of this town, I want to see the sky at night, where I am in this Lick of ice cream, dreams of the journey and the destination and the departure Fair well my lift off Freeze by my side just a second longer Water drips down through the umbrella More fun this way with limited alternatives Lemonade Filled glass, none of this half-staff, circus stuff Thrills on the carousel Got to get off some time Or on The people that eat people drink hot chocolate out of overdose mugs Oversized aprons around their necks ready for the feast to begin in earnest Fasting I sit for employment Lasting moments Momenta screeching halt Outside my window the city noise ceases to amaze, Mr. Lonely He leaves this place with a smile knowing there is a kindred spirit in we Better looking with my hand in hers Nerves are still Exposure like late evening light After the sun goes down and that sliver silvers the horizon Packing everything I own Pulling rank and file Flirting with the mastery of my life Little feet the size of my hand Phase shift This is the time of the piece where we make some changes Say never again will I sell my tools for chimp change Monkey money as it were May the time pass Temps et tempre Tempra paint Temporary engagements The rumble Of tires on lose soil Side of road Lumps in the throat of boundless life Comes around to the beauty of things When change is not a factor, say hallelujah Chorus claims cashed and paid out in spades Shovels Axes Constraining sermon Mountain top tillers back soil Good enough to eat Sprout from fingertips Spoonful Rain approaches Open our mouths Tired eyes but will unbroken Are you sleeping? Because I was sleeping too Bar codes cavalcade black and white lines Sunglasses in the overcast day time Burn off marine layer Mist moth Little wings beat against the bonds of dry ice Molecules too heavy to take flight in just Of the world on our shoulders High top faded never been so Like wise Gaining on proposals Preeminent writer and philosopher That is not a modest statement Humble as a long line You must meet eye to eye My stomach rumbles, ride is done Say speak that slang and maybe you’ll get where you’re going Ghost write Tread lightly I don’t sit down and type like this enough, you know, just stream of consciousness I don’t really type that fast and I usually only use two fingers Maybe after a while, because evolution takes such a long time and all, all my other fingers will just fall off That would be terrible Then what would I bang your mom with Thems the jokes folk I have a very juvenile sense of humor Every joke I make involves poop, genitalia, death, or something like that Here’s one Didn’t even make it past Halloween Last days on planet earth Single subject Stuck in a small room black and sea foam stripped What are you going to do tonight? Hang myself Nightly walks from campus through the city of the future, across the royal road, through the neighborhoods, Elmo street when I remember, the jokes, tickle the Neighbors said somebody died in that house Keep things clean Waiting it out while the ambulance comes Can’t get down The driveway because its parked full of cars Can do attitude Caught up in reality It takes more fortitude than attitude, live fast and you'll die soon enough don’t worry about it Step back and think how many people I would be without now if I had some follow through Called shot Sheep skin Happy birthday Hit me with your best shot She’s a face in the crowd Last show they played that I can remember Many a splendor Almost November and I'm losing weight Winning life Pencil thin Crayola ready Heavy boots and body paint Abandon all hope, the end is nigh Take me to the hospital; better yet put a bullet in my head So the story goes Something to take the pain away Jesus Make everything all right Blood Enough to fill a bathtub Take my shoestrings so I don't do it again What a way to go Goddamnned me to an open room and a roommate that had really lost it Another girl I used to know should I wear my hair up like we're in some f*****g music video and stuck in sync with a skeleton that had a hard on for that all important question Is this kosher? Said try and make that girl smile The nurses know I shouldn't be there but I'm stubborn Wouldn’t let me outside the box until I could play nice Josh visits with sushi and Carl’s Junior Shave my face Father came to visit, said son I’m proud of you Move me over with the old folks for a few more days Cigar, jazz and dark chocolate Super Tuesday gull song Adventures of a reluctant messiah Be careful what you wish for You just might get it Voice true happiness She’s hypnotic Lightly armored Amour When it hits you you'll know Take one another's Soul Soil sows the seeds of ourselves Dirt chafed children rise freckle faced Dog in velvet skin Shame we aren't animals We make it better Days wind and We were fast as coursing Lightning in our veins Strike directly towards the heart End The end We are See it in our eyes Omnivores Appetite depression as the help would say Come along now No one left behind The field is open and you draw your feet close to mine and tell me how big I am Antlers claw the ground beneath cloven hooves This is a rut Locked in combat Bodies are buried on the battlefield for amnesty's sake Fallen soldiers feeding on menstrual blood, back to the state you came from Afterthought Devils We call them losers Crashed and burned, we call them death Extinguished Spilled crimson Padded cell Pulled from flesh Eyeballs Motherfucking That’s an Oedipus complex Context I'm sure he would have fucked his sister too Closer to the source Sourcide Ted Bundy turquoise eyes His daughter called him daddy till the end of days This is a rut Testing ground for nuts The f**k is fancy Splayed c**t Red velvet Pound cake beat to mash Root of all evil Balls deep as the laymen insist You’re not trying Sea men enlist in the army or the air force for a shot at the prom queen, that one that they can grab when the war is over Now a day no one goes home alone they just go to the after party This is a battlefield I use my hands to dig the grave of my enemy, the same ones I use to kill them with, same ones I use on my own Ashes to ashes, dust to dust The Indian Ocean is full of dead bodies and the Ganges is full of s**t Where all good souls go It’ll come to pass like a movement Tectonics recycle our bones Sky burial 12 minutes of free fall to be met with a blood clot Be lucky to be somebody. Bodies are buried on the battlefield for amnesty’s sake Butting heads But no breaks Power struggle junk Fight it, f**k the system Fit the bill for a first class ticket to the pyramid Power line Socket game Plugged in Pendulum Turn up the volume Crank that bass You’re going to be popular Passing through exhaust pipes New tires with 20 inch rims plus a little extra on the side, why not? Something to pay your taxes with and make sure you break even No ties No bowing out Bow up Standing hares stand privy Ridge back break with impact Road age Have to keep the legs moving Get a little stupid and you can bounce Rebirth Respawn Spike, slaughter house I us my hands to dig the graves of my enemies Friends too This is what I will tell you We’re in a building It’s on fire We’ve made friends Held hands Played puppy love Peeled the skin Onion fields Raw deal I’m not crying. My stick is yours We’re just kids Closet doors shut Keep the moths away Dogged sweater Sing lullaby Goodnight Never mind the condition Tell me this will not last Spider’s silk My pillow Won’t follow when you are gone May flower Autumn leaves I am wide awake Veins pumping Exhaust Wave caution Kiss me I went to sleep last night after much fretting over my mental state This subsides after about 15 minutes of elation that tomorrow Or today Is one day closer to having this week over and done with For the record books, it has been a good week for work opportunities Back from there, hour 11, face planting into pillowed surfaces Some days it would be nice to be thrown around a little bit The ocean is good for that Emma went to San Diego this weekend and I've avoided her last two calls Harley asked if I was asleep, I said yes I always sleep with my arms behind my back Something about discomfort makes me rest easier One more hour Still on the post jazz come down Got some good footage Lots of sweeping shots of polished brass horns Upright bass And piano The female drummer worked the same set as her male counterpart Brought her own snare as did he Met another dick with legs, this one in the music business, just like the last one Looking at the screen playback I can't break my eye away from the pixel Running back the speed these things seem to disappear and are replaced with soundscape I do enjoy the override feature Can’t mute the pop out that is played on this piece I got what I wanted I did right when I called out the band Another hour Couldn’t sleep, got out of the chair and dreamed Sweet ones Slower, synapses firing at a steady rate and my thoughts are clear This is what I want The sublime feeling of eyes rolling under lids so heavy Not even a hard day’s work I don’t know how to feel better when I’m this exposed My heart beats rapid Another hour, say nine o’clock Coming back from the band stand God damn Long time no see No sensation to match the feeling of bass drum and rolling thunder It’s just practice Had my mind made up I would make something of this Finally got around to it Double bass tremble, treble cleft Trump card dealing Got my head on straight and nose wide open I'm trying to be an influence, I just don’t have anyone to impress Impasse The impossible view from heights so high Lofty ambition Languid I see blood A day to the week Will not sound I had a thing for picket fences and the ocean breeze Still do Layover Building darkness discovers me Discuss of what is alien My own kind On origins Orgies of light fantastic Every point divine My form follows function I am a lover, look at my veins She smiles and takes my hand, says hold on Warm me and hues shift from brown to blue. Eyes on you endless Appetites tight between my teeth Unpackaged, all is well She smells new. Loved in pairs mass produced Warm me and hues shift from blue to green Eyes on you endless, I have seen We go home to rest in peace We come together perfectly I don’t remember my birth. I remember becoming self-aware. Before that, I can imagine there was much. My sink radiates heat I pulse when touched. I dream then I close my eyes. I am a magnet. I attract electricity. Little lightening cloud take my tiger teeth far This much is true Bush law enforcement Kittens making art Community Star hole evidence Charlye my stage name Monroe Money It makes dollars Sense is instilled in common knowledge You know the things we relate to Death of a loved one tantamount to death of yourself Jealousy at a funeral for flower bearer Ringing in my ears from the alarm clock I will never forget 6AM Sun rise on the icy lawn as dawn supersedes everything, even itself Frost bitten revelry, revolution in the streets We call recall Playback that last scene and up the contrast Come again Watching myself be myself Grand scheme and rainbow glitter When riding across the desert that’s what the milky way looks like Stars just might drop for you to make a wish All work and no play, that’s the way it is, ain't it? Paranoia Can’t shake this sneaking suspicion that, you know Stylistically It is an open market World Wide Free Media You gotta spend money to make money Color economy Present arms You should kill me before I’m famous Sweet life tea brewed up to fight the flu season Irrepressible plains responsive to the dry air where weeds blow in tumbles My prairie's companion wind swept blades of white willow Stand as dandelions much more firm Cotton wool turbines Tricornored Cambrian and the pre Time of our lives Me thinks piracy White hair and blue cap in front of me She thinks privately, book bent to page turning Towers all move in the breeze Say hello to busloads of souls streaking through their domain Greens The rain like money in the pockets of homeless knowing gold backing behind currency Corrugated iron works next to the cactus bush Soft rolls of heather hair and peach fuzz flesh and freckles Pecan trees around farm houses Power lines and the waves Grace hymns blowing in electric hum The voice of catharsis choir Steady between mother earths branches Salt lines crystalline beads of something to savor 3 am calls Another morning, recline nation Conjured desert dust. Nose bleeds from the red carpet where I rest my head trying to succeed in slumber Blow my face off in the bathroom, look in the mirror Ursa Major chords Wind up thinking about western eyes I’m not a house cat I tried the lifestyle change Western eyes like amber dream Aubergine in all my waking nights watching peach sleep cherub cheeked No devils touch godless goddess She deserves all the happiness 8 hours after midnight, wide up at then Hallucinations rather than dreams it seems pair of threes and the wise men make for a full house Federales creeping in to make sure I’m a US citizen Tender skin on my lips peel off Blackened palm trees, nylon Golf Course County Faster than a locomotive They shot that on a sound stage in Los Angeles some where A good place to take a piss and smoke a cigarette Old school Hollywood Indo like the rappers used to say Rainbow colors King ranch F150 Fill the freight elevator up with snow, make the mountains look life like Amicable white smoke rises from station low in the crater as to say the pope is dead and we have crowned another Refined wisdom or rather refound that light Lightening in a bottle Where the LA River looks wild a rose grows in Harlem Forever 21 Lanes end and shoulder takes responsibility, shouldering circus acrobats Trunks cross as elephants do not forget the paths they follow Carousel adds new horse Put out to pasture Javelined, you are here and that is nowhere Nativity calms the savage side of me She cries in a good film, still kisses with saliva Little lust at my side, English television This antisocial behavior Roaming charges most apply Lightning strikes Dry air Dry cough Hare in my throat. Transition 7 hours past midnight Wake up speaking in tongues Limited shelf life Curls Joy riding on the express way 120 miles per hour that’s the speed I drive She sings, “Life can be sweet, in joy and sorrow.” Roots song Simple things, “naturally,” you say You’ll never walk alone I don’t mind First words of a sleep talker, forget what it feels like You ask me what it feels like Frames per second Tilt shift, soft focus at the edges of the foreground rapidly receding into the future See grass dunes weaving blankets Behavior irrational but that’s what makes a match Candle wick chronicles Can’t beat but I’ll take that back pay Forward thinking Loaded gun, 5 o’clock shadow, overtime Sore throat or something else viral Sticks No matter Hyper conscious caffeine rush like nicotine buzz A rush of blood in skin The musical as vehicle for presence Brotherly love in speaking the words tongues bound in thought, doing two things at once When the revolution comes Common sentiment among thinkers Splintered hands and long faces Growth spurts from scalp Change for a dollar Change of address Where are you from? Said I want to die old and far away from where I was born with lots of money in a nice house and a mouth full of strawberries Can’t take it with me where I’m going Middle fingers and a smile, f**k my brains out Everyone equal when we’re dead Something incredible, right Left amazing Sitting alone in a one bedroom apartment Past 9 Made a phone call to the princess seeing if she's still the one I need Sick in the stomach No video games Think about my best friend back home and wonder if he's still on antidepressants Does he choke his wife when they make love or do they just roll around in the mud Happy as a clam Hidden away in some lonely flat without sunlight Stale smoke and garbage Made a point of saying b***h today because ain't that life? Ain't this life? She hates my voice and the clothes I wear but we f**k like the world is ending Say our time is up, see you again next week Don’t turn on the TV today but can't avoid the Internet where I work Wag my middle finger at myself in the mirror as a f**k you to the man Just passed myself Every time it happens I get chills Can't really tell if I'm cold or not See the goose pimples on my skin Let the sun shine in through the windows Open door policy Kiss desperately Comings and goings Sweet science It's a people's art What I'm supposed to be Elevated Because I stand on two legs and walk around like my s**t doesn't stink Sit in a cafe all day and watch the comings and goings of modern man The clock ticks on the wall Dip well when I think I want you to myself The bad one Drop of my nerves Running nose where it's going got to catch the bus across town so I can make my meal ticket Talks with a loud one about what makes my relation ship No sure thing walks by Driving range Hearse and wheel chairs black Jews Sammy carries the clubs Still cares if it’s an inside joke Inside job This is not for paying customers Mental warfare Post-traumatic stress Same song and dance might need to take another Herbal remedies ain't doin it Ancient Chinese secret Sea crest Outside my shadow talks of nothing Escape suffering, surreptitious as it may be Six degrees warmer and we're living in heaven All the girls have dark hair and smoky voices Never had a thing for blondes before her Callus reference She says I'm sexist like calling a white man racist because he doesn't get the joke Not laughing 6 degrees warmer and we're living in hell Dodger blues Feet too small for your shoes better in a bigger pair Please peach don't go, I scream at the top of my lungs Pessimist in me says she's already gone Last letters a moot point Power in succession Never slept with you before Told her the last place I'd make it with a girl like that Lovers lost to modernity Like me and now I don't know Can't ask questions Sugar coating honey walls Clap on This is before the end Blinking ceiling light dashed after This acrylic dries too fast Clean off your Pen and start over again Oh love Want I could sing those songs that you listen to on the radio The ones that make you close your eyes and forget for a minute What we were building was perfection Hard lessons learned that only ones on the losing end Say it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter Ballet shoes can attest to that Tennis rackets tell the tale More in common with your mother than you admit We love our parents Bound to become them Breast implants and a bald head Better than the alternative Who wants second best? Spill blood for you Beg and steal for you I would die for you One woman choir All the oohs and ahhs Monsoon season Small break Sick at myself that I can't go for more than a day without calling your name Never saw it coming Frosted face silence Maybe this is endemic of something Say fine I don't want to fight Too late now The pessimist in me says that ship has sailed and it was never meant to be Foolish of you to put trust in he Should have known better crossing oceans and the sea For she The one on the limb My eyes spy high hanging fruit Resolved convictions to do better next time Pull your dick between your legs, you pen a*s What writers think themselves auteur? Arbiter of real life Lavish thoughts of happiness and freedom Villain spoke such sweet words Don't be a hero We let you down The sky falls Even atlas shrugged Tea watered down with what it mostly began with That one gets lost on the cutting room floor Phosphorescence Prosper Live long forget about me The pessimist says desire the inevitable, for goodness sake were all dying inside Outside on the streets it's no better, not with this weather 6degrees higher and were living in hell All is well in heaven Birds chirping, dogs barking, people are outside watering their lawns Novelty Getting better at walking backwards Trick pony Thought it was a good idea Best laid down in writing so you don't back out on your word Wellness Want to be murdered Thought she would be happy to see me come back now I doubt it Life keeps on going Let alone 40 years from now Said those magic words meant to know how the story ends Ride off into the sunset Hide my eyes behind glasses Melody for the broken hearted Guys like me don't get girls like that Longing to think about forever No future Just a good f**k and a night cap Lights on or off it doesn't matter Girls like that don't get guys like me Heartless marauders thinking heavenly That if it all should end tonight rather light than dark should fill my sight Fair weather is appetizing but not filling We want the same thing but don't know how to say it Blame it on the old folks, they made us this way Undeserving of a hot hand We should have to work for a living All is forgiven, merely an issue for some other fool See you around Didn't wake up this morning to do this Kiss my hand contemplating Should I get me ears lowered? Mother told me to spend my money on leisure Let it be Gotta ask dean for a bailout, better not get behind or the ACLU may make me over Draft Gotta cut that out Crew thirsty along with me Be a better captain an afterthought Sundays Scroll marked one Three actually Sent a cell phone photo wishing you were here Hello honey Told my girl friend that my girlfriend was my metaphysical teammate She liked that and told me I was smart Said we should collaborate some time There's that word again She wakes up to watch me work Hair cut low to expose my scalp Head scratching, he told me I was full of latent energy, at the time another word for s**t Looking like a tomato he sits in the sun, ripening Trying to get a charge I rub my cell phone battery on my chest Lazy eye, the scar from glasses gouging my face Flesh wound Round and full Back to the way I used to be Full of it, you know That noun that makes the world go round In the 21st century 26 years old Self-defined love poet Textual artist Handy man Jack of all trades or Mr. fix if it is in my powers Hours Has a hard time being alone Has a hard time being asleep Gets restless Brings you flowers on Valentine’s Day Let the church say amen This is god's country, little g and white Jesus, OxyContin and methamphetamine It's better than being depressed Chronic pain What they pump into the looking glass That guy gets around, white Jesus Saw him on three billboards and in a Waffle House What a day Answer all my prayers, 1001 nights, cheese eggs and raisin toast All the good ole boys are gone Replaced with men your grandpa would spit out Keep me movin through the Waffle House Ground Chuck Norris down to white powder and take a sniff Hi karate Boogie man on the highway overpass waiting to pounce What kind of smoke is that? Must be fire, fog on the everglades, evangelicals and Lutherans, get a long little doggie Road kill mint jelly spread across 8 lanes in the mall of America Ant no half stepping, ain't no high siding and definitely ain't no hand holding Can't take it with you, can accrue experience Different every time as part of the experience Raised hand Is there a doctor in the house? Hallelujah let the church say amen Praise white Jesus for all his sins Neon palm trees. Sweet science says its true Second amendment clause Citizen as first responder Dot organization Salt and vinegar Sure answers life's tests Two ways recipes like over easy or hard boiled or just fried, scrambled, soft Watermarked with milk or butter or cheese or curds Classic like old fashioned or newfangled or new school or the news without Huey because he had prior engagements that would be a shame to miss, really Time of our lives Always available like on call or without a doubt or your lucky day Trunk rattling where it's at Bass shaking where it's at Earth quaking where it's at Minute made permanent, pertinent or another word for long lasting The eggs over medium grits sausage and bacon and a diet coke Don't be a wimp now, m**********r, you look like dried toast Can you believe that? No baby, 3 over medium, bacon toast, deep fried, come on now He tries to be a true southerner These sons of b*****s Where you raised at? Where in the f**k are you raised at? That m**********r The duck ain't huntin Did what the man said? Super jelly Is one form or another I'm not fancy, I don't need no straw Just coffee Diabetic They got some help That's some pretty good s**t I hope you know who's gonna pay for this I've only seen one race car You spell it the same either way 9 and the time is 3:24 Kids got moxy after midnight Might have sold himself with that one Ripped jeans Tylenol Sleeping pills The arbiter of our time Here Sharon takes tablature while a cab comes Equivalent exchange Tip Strip clubs close at 4 in Daytona What comes next? After the second wave Sunshine stakes, round placed, smooth makes our way westward Where the sunshine state Violet hour, velvet color lavender and white 10 point buck men working on the side of the interstate A little fresh air never hurt anyone Somebody driving on empty, shot nerves elate lives Hot water but the frog jumped out Crabs in a bucket caught up in the amusement Nowhere to go not for some time Shredded tires Call box, striped lines on the overpass look like kids with sticks Languid on my cheek Will not sound A day to the week And the ocean breeze Images singularity Anniversary and the station says 57000000 murdered Law says the drug war is modern day slavery Savor the taste of your doctor pepper Statistics Death and the other thing, right lane closed ahead When the songs come on the radio you can't help but smile a little bit Directions for when I'm a bad dog Be a better boyfriend On again off again lovers She says she’s training me for my next girlfriend Third husband Always hoped we would make up the difference Girls just want to have fun Split ends, splitting hairs Too big and too small at the same time Practical turned pop and I've got ink on my hands because this isn't any more difficult in a moving vehicle I guess some things are harder than others Too afraid it wouldn't make sense if I tried it blindfolded Stuck in the middle One direction if you lose relevance then you can make a difference Stop and say you saw that coming Black American misfit Jewish American princess Baghdad church of Christ That's what the war was about I had to do a self-assessment Provokes mixed emotions and I'm just confused about what girl I like Cashmere That was on purpose Rapidly approaching the age where I got to give a damn, already gave two f***s, some s***s and multiple orgasms Writers live forever it seems like I made a good choice if I want to be immortalized Don't want to live forever necessarily but want to see everything Perspective that I'm not the same I used to be and that I should be settling down and holding the pen of another man while the tipping point is in my rear view mirror Clearer images Used to be able to close my eyes and wake up ready for combat Force of habitually living on a timeline Shelf life SO When she asks me what I'm doing I say the same ole thing and most of the time that's what I'm thinking Road signs should make me a better driver but I get distracted Such is life Signed and dated Mile 35 mobile Dogs barking in the distance Down below base camp Because these gnats are just a misnomer for a number of species Redistribution of the wealth is a scary proposal Minds merry go round the breeze barely making moving flags in the distance Last pill didn't make it back Scars on the earth Sick uncle calling for me to give him a little something, something to make the pain go away Sunrise thought I should have been born a woman, they can be anything, bleed for mine as it is I'm getting tired of this lifestyle used to think it would take me to missing noun Soup for dinner, soup for breakfast Bobbing for apples but no sex Said she's saving herself for someone else and I agree because I'm doing the same Sleeping with an ex I'm still in love with Never give up attitude We were just getting used that Winter soldiers on Bone dry below the mountain fog Out for In a place I've been before Sitting lakeside a bee landed on me and after a once over exclaimed I was not honey with a lift off buzzing away for to find whatever it was she was looking for Funny, I thought, I could have Stumbled across my Hell outside of the island and only a few 100 paces away was installation art Bald tires and burning furniture That was after I had already decided that to recreate this would be blasphemy I was an atheist at eight years old because I knew when I had to wake up at eight am on a Sunday to go sit with a bunch of people I really didn't like well God was probably make believe under those rules Bismillah ir rhman ir raheem He likes me because I've got moly There are birds across the field from me and they look happy I don't know what happiness is to a bird so sitting on a branch breasts out seems pretty entertaining Is that what happiness is? I don't think so I get a kick out of soap bubbles when I do the dishes so that must be sublime Pattern migrations and string theory when the waves hit you can't tell the difference The devil is in the details like all good things and I'm Jewish so I don't believe in that Ratta tat tat Sounds a lot like gunfire My desire to be left alone doesn't take precedent over you Screw the formalities With these birds and these bees Eight letter hang ups. © 2013 CharlyeMonroeAuthor's Note
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CharlyeMonroeSan Francisco, CAAboutWriter/Artist/M**********r I'm from America, all of it. Monotheist, believer in the one true G-D Every poem is a love poem. more..Writing
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