My Lists

March through the snow flicking disdain till it melts in your socks

Water floods the soles never the less the cold turns to a mess

A blessing in disguise, the frayed pockets, the lost medallions found, a surprise

A seamstress fixed the mrs, sewed her new ears so she could learn how to listen

I pray for a mistress, bullet pointed sins in my Christmas wish list

I guess all I'm looking for is some distance, a woman with her life together passes

Blending hot water with the grime in a bath lit bliss wrapped in a towel, tied like a sinch

In a pinch, lay in a puddle, let the mud mettle till the demise unfolded in aluminum foil

Winter in disarray comforting until it's unexplored following a leash till I'm too little surrounded by beasts

Invitations to a feast, plates passed past dishes, fish escarole men tucked eastward souls

Lust in a foreign language, mirrored in translation, a solution limber an equation solved sober

ashes spread from such great heights, the wind whirled whispering particles till the sun shined amicable

Father's Father, found his way to the harbor, boats blown back, the weight of the pier relaxed

Letting bystanders eye sight witness floating points, deterioration of the retina, I'm betting on the under

Throwing financials spent a handful till it rose like a landfill I'm asking for a name but the words get stained

The conversation turns substantial, I know the answer, I know the misdirection, can tell by the bodies shape

And the changing of stances, Nervousness turns to white witches stench, the smell of burning baby oil

Watch snowflakes fall in a globe, once an urn, spin the bottle, took a turn for the worse, spent spelling bee money

On a present, a death wish for a deaf lisp and a subscription to watch my honey.