#catchcan

In the broad Sonoran you will find

Pieces of your mind thought left behind

Freedoms that which you will never speak

Learning how to perfect technique

From my home country I have run

And left all those that I have done

Everything I need I bring with me

Memories that sing me to sleep

In the snowy north I have hover

The temporary home of my brother

Scant visitings I dare obtained

Altogether more my mind has gained

Many lands I travel with my heart

Sleeved to my side and will never depart

What lands I’ll cross remain unknown

Lover, lover, paragon

Yet again you prove me wrong

Weren’t even running, you won the race

Lover, lover with hidden face

Lover, lover, paradigm

Learning you is doing time

I give my myself to you freely

But you aren’t quite that easy

Lover, lover, parallel

Knowing you is perfect Hell

Looking in a mirror it is

Join me in my parlor, please

I serve you berries and I serve you tea

Of this little room I am the keeper

the baker, the faker, and the sweeper

We lunch at my gleaming breakfast nook

We talk of movies and history and books

After a lull has ran us astray

I confess, to you, why I called your company

A newfound feeling has flooded my mind

It’s stolen my heart, my lungs and my time

For this, I cannot make rhyme or reason

I’d open my mouth but it only speaks treason

He makes me feel like my head will explode

There are some, is it true

Erred not when words threw

I myself have sang the chords

So have the peasants

And so have the lords

Phrase uttered in castles doubting

Despairs, endless, ever a-counting

All voices singing inevitable symphony

Those who can only whisper

Those who cry the epiphany

Occulted perception, to know the story

The endless privilege of dramatic irony

Comforted maybe, but never assuaged

To know who lives, who dies

And who turns your page

Those at Goliad, those days past

Us today, next door, in fact

Of course, we all will join the chorus

Between little ones born this hour

And everyone that came before us

Somewhere in you, you know the creed

The justification of darker deed

The steadfast solace in the unrecovery

Said with intention, or none at all

And here I was

Shining as day

Making Chantilly

And the finest of company

And here I was

Biding my time

Waiting on you

And beginning the climb

And here I was

Dreaming of heights

Dreading the days

Where I have to take flights

And here I am

Pissed as all get out

Fury within me

Committing to plans is a molasseslike sin

Before you think your heart’s rushed in

See, unlike the brain, a heart pulses rapidly

Which, for me at least, is abjectly dastardly

Bare with me, dear reader, I was in an desert vast,

With sliding sands and sunlight amassed

And there I was, I saw my oasis

How lucky I was to have found that placement!

I thought it was right! I thought it would be fun!

Now I stare down the barrel of the gun

He was right there, right there within grasp

Mirages tend to do that, then vanish fast

Now that I have dreamt of purest water

It only can be that much farther

This is my fault, that I can concede

You are like the bowl of soup I forgot to throw out

That I promised my roommate on Monday that I would

At first you were so warm, so human, just want I wanted

I put in all of my favorite things, like carrots and potatoes, pasta and zucchini…

I put in the salt, the paprika

But once I had a taste, and experienced no flavor that I intended, I put down my spoon

And you did not change. You mellowed in my fridge where you took up too much space. You thickened and congealed. The pasta within you swelled up and the zucchini became no color that I could discern. You waited for me to do something about you.

You just sat in my fridge and I told my roommate I would eat you. I told her I could stomach the taste if I just altered it a little.

And I guiltily struggled to pour you down the drain. You didn’t ask to be made, and I certainly thought I knew what I was doing.

Anne was wretched, we all know

Limited talent, limited flow

“Miserable to the end” 

All her friends penned

We’re left only to wonder what she kept hid...

I dislike her subject

I dislike her verse

I finder her morally depraved,

and utterly perverse

But tell me what’s worse

that I’m breaking scheme