I get deja vous more often

and I was lying in bed

with my girlfriend

we were talking

and the carved pieces

sat on a wood

chessboard between us

And I said

I just had deja vous again

she said something impatient

and I told her that

I knew that she'd be

impatient this time

She said nothing then

Dazed

I slowly looked around

The Room

saw a Roach

climbing the wall

waited

and

listened to the woman

next door

screaming again

I turned back

and then rattled off a list

of what was to happen

next

I get deja vous more often

but I was lying with Jen

and we were talking

and the wood pieces

sat on a wood chessboard

three moves to mate

and said

I got deja vous again

and I was lying in bed

with Jen

and we were talking

and the pieces

sat on the Weathered

Chessboard

like statues

two black rooks waited

as a knight guarded

the space on each side of the king

and I said

"I know this"

looking around

she sighed moodily

and I told her

that I knew she'd be impatient

this time

she said nothing

I watched a roach

slide up the pealing

floral patterned

wallpaper

the old woman

next door

shrilled

to the wind

pushing against the panes

"Get off the Roof!!!"

and then

I rattled off a list

of my divine prophecy

The Surprised Parrot

perched

on a tree branch

watched

Robinson Crusoe

Talking-Gesturing

To Friday--the native

and was more then a little Perplexed

The parrot had come

to see what all the noise was about

and watched Friday fetch a dead goat

Watched Crusoe gesture to Friday

to the parrot and to the ground

below the parrot

A hawk?  thought the parrot

as a shot rang out

The Parrot fell to the ground

Greatful

Remaining the harborer of cynical snobbery

my laughter remains my last comfort

induced by the witness of their asinine behavior

I guffaw from my comfortable excellence

observing the heights of their uncalculated depthlessness

I snicker from my tower of virtue

Saddened my dreams

the pinnacle of loneliness

with pain

but without the dreams to belong

apart

I remain grateful for the difference

Life's Dowry

What is life's dowry, but to age?

Alive the mind, it rattles it's cage

driving a body to it's bounds, hopeless rage

What is life's dowry, but to age?

Men Have

thought

fought

cried

died

tried

 and

tried

cried

 and

died

  grew

tired

under

  fire

burning

burning

burning

  hell