Her Genius

We are all our own genius

aren’t we? Self-help tells us

to be selfless while the world

tells us to be tough

slowly, gradually

like a surgeon’s steel

picking apart pieces

of our sanity like a game

of Operation. We are all

children at heart, aren’t we?

When our nose’s glow red

and hairs stand on end

while our souls ignite like kerosene

flailing our arms in ecstasy

remembering the truth which

from birth was wiped clean

like a board of chalk.

We’re always trying to get that

message back, that message which

in a world or man and steel and greed

can only exist as long as love at first sight

where in the morning she lay

soundlessly asleep bound to no one

her genius in my memory forever.

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fears of men

The fears of men

are as trivial as

children, picking children in gym,

they never change

they just get bigger.

It does not Discriminate.

It doesn’t effect you right now.

So sit back.

Relax.

And enjoy a warm Jimmy Dean Breakfast Sandwich.

A cup of Folgers, hell

have two cups.

It’s Sunday, right!  What could go wrong on a Sunday?

Because the best part of waking up

is knowing it doesn’t have an effect on you.

And you’re safe.

Just save that Breakfast of Champions,

for the day your long since relevant,

and your children are up against the wall,

dying from the gross fact that it never effected you.