I’d Cry

I downs a rum
Or two
she sat
across from me
With a wine list
Legs crossed
at our table
watching
the leaves fly
from our book
into the night

i downs a rum
or two
while watching
My dreams sink
in my selfmade
Fortified
Libre harbor
knowing
I’d made the holes
Knowing
the reason being
for the mass
sinkings
Was
that my boredom
Simply bores
many holes
in many of my
Lime dream hulls

I downs a rum
Or two
she tries
to grab a leaf
from the blank page
between us
i wave back
as she
memorably
blurs away

i’d cry
but really
i’m not drunk enough to care
SOs
I downs a rum
Or two

© bg 2012

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Creatures of Habit

The cats killed the bird

AGAIN

I find the same old feathers
Dusting the floor

As like a caged animal

I pace
back and forth
Back and forthBack and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth Back and forth
Back and forth

Over the  

Same

Worn path

I take to bed

Each night

after the hunt

Some……………would say

It’s
another bird

Buuuuuut

I know  it’s the same

The same

beginning

The same

Game

The same

NEEEEEED

The same

deSigher

The same

A

P

P  a

E  g

T  a

I  i

T n

E

The same

                                             end
It’s the god dam

Same bloody bird

                                           again
©bg 2010

Counting down to zero

My Little girl with a curious Mind
Says her daddy went to heaven
And and left her crying behind
Wants to know if I’m gonna be her dad
Just the thought makes me happy sad
Cause I can’t be her hero
No no Not this man
Counting down to zero

I can be around till the day I die
But she’s still got that
golden sun brightening up her eyes
I don’t want her to ever see
The black hole
my sun came to be
The black hole
My sun came to be

This musical box world
is so full of dissonance
So I shakes my head
sadly at her innocence
As she plays happily with her toys
In her make believe world of joys
I sees I can’t be her hero
No no Not this man
Counting down to zero

I smile brightly at her whimsical ways
My smiles the light hearted full moon
I use to keeps the darkness at bays
My eyes the bright stars a twinkling
In the starry heavens she sees a winking
Lucky she’s not on my teeths other side
To swallow the darkness I trys to hide
Cause then she’d see
I can’t be her hero
No no not this man
Counting down to zero

I can be around till the day I die
But she’s still got that
golden sun brightening up her eyes
I don’t want her to ever see
The black hole
my sun came to be
The black hole
My sun came to be

This musical box world
is so full of dissonance
So I shakes my head
sadly for her innocence
Her tears ebbed in her tears flowed out
I curse the years I took that lonely route
Of a beaten hero
To become this man
Counting down to zero
Counting down to zero

© bg 2016

A bottle of self harm

A bottle
of self harm
to empty
till all’s calm

an injecting
of used pain
to spoon feed
the insane
Typo
monster
Rattling
rusty chains
Gutter link
Missing veins

Trapped inside
the bell tower
sheltering from
a bullet shower

as
lead stares
blindly
ping of the bell

deep

within

the hanging shell

the decrepit monk
holds
STILL
the clapper

While

i read death notices
in the morning paper
Like a battered foetus

the ensnarement
of fat love
morphisms
parallels
self mutilation
Shrinking
escapisms

UGGH

there’s only
cartoon footprints
running
off
escaping
their pencil splints

i syphon
through a pencil
my morning coffee
which always taste bitter
after  carbon toffee

a sonnet
of notes
i write
for the pianist
to smite

i never got
the parable tale
in frustration
i tug on my tail
deep within the towers bowel
i hear the tolling for the vestal
On a Hunch
That’s Back when I turned bestial

©bg 2010

1 Glass of Wine

1
Glass of Wine
sits

it’s
glass stem
growing
out of the
solid
sober table
standing
in front of
1

1
wonders
how many
bottles
the table could hold
before
succumbing
to leglessness
syndrome

depressingly
1
knows the table
can hold
more bottles
than
1

1
wonders
why the
carpenter
didn’t
make
1
a table

ahhhh
enlightenment
As
1
breaks
The stem
ToTakes
1
Another
Swig

1
knows why
1
don’t believe
in such
MIRACLES
let
alone
1
glass of wine

©bg 2010