Laugh. Laugh. Snicker.
Have jokes will travel.
Humor: my greatest ally.
I make love to you every day,
burying my voice in your
Echoing in barbaric ‘ha-ha’ tones,
a lullaby of chuckles,
sent to my loved one.
She deserves this after
a life time of killing tears,
lusting after anger suppression,
staring at the cobblestone floor.
In this one humane body,
a laugh attack is necessary.
Bittersweet and demented,
a quip that is corny.
Who cares about the rule of thumb,
the total number of guffaws?
Losing it alongside you!
It feels like I have
ingested a carton full of
uppers with kicks of caffeine.
We are two hyenas without
obligatory cares in this world,
two saplings who evolve
into a serene, elated green.
Until death’s alarm clock rang,
we collected certain seconds.
When her celebratory funeral
occurred on a blackened evening,
Overjoyed white sweatshirt
grins quite widely on unnecessary Christmas cards.
And their middle-class picket fence
property is Suburbia’s epicenter.
Spoiled dairy product man adds
one more indictment to his mortal list.
And his provincial death is a
byproduct of Suburbia’s upbringing.
Rays tan her to a crisp,
this tuned-out sunbathing beach woman.
And her solar-powered life is
indifferent to Suburbia.
Auto-functional people have
footprints in synchronization.
Climate changing, heartbeat quickening
in the eye of Suburbia.
Dishes thrown at traumatized lady.
Under unvarying pressure,
obsessive possessive behavior becomes him.
Invisible leash, complete with choke collar,
‘round her cornered neck.
hindered by his empty words and
For ages, she has ‘wanted to leave,’
but weekly death threats have altered her psyche.
This is not jealousy.
This is a raucous ruckus inside her mind,
driving her to saddened madness.
Scars have said otherwise.
Cuts and bruises persuade her further.
She will not only escape,
but stand on those two feet of independency.
She needs no man to hold her down.
She needs no man to hold her back.
She has aspirations of her own,
aspirations that will align these two worlds.
Martians and Venusians become one.
Taste the sweetness of diversity easing its way into unity.
Stand for the uncalled for thunderbolts.
Bolt out his limbo door and
roar with thunder from within.
You are woman!
You are person!
Nothing on this goddamn planet could be further from the truth.
Your ever-loving power is our generator, our life force on tap.
for it is your time.
No more dead end tears.
Teach them how to conquer the fool who calls himself Fear.
Besides poetry and other forms of writing, his other passions/interests include professional voice acting, singing/lyricism/songwriting, playing a few instruments, fitness, and reading.