The Poetry Marathon

How are you I said
You said I am fine, are you
Dead hearts don’t beat well

Cooper you are sweet
Lost and lonely short and cute
Cooper, I love you

I looked you up
It’s been thirty long years
Bitter first love
Stabs a dagger through my heart
Made me cold and distant
For all these years
I’ve let you go, I think
But could we have been?
No telling now
After all you’re somewhere far away
And I’m here almost gray

The trains go by
One by one
Right on time
Ding dong the doors are closing
Ding dong the next station is coming
Never ending no not really
You do rest they say
But whenever I’m there
One by one
The trains go by

Your beats are therapeutic
Thump thump thump thump
The doctor says I need a new you
That perhaps goes thump thump thump and not thump thump
You all sound the same to me
Always beating to an unwritten rhythm
Always working so I can live
But the doctor says you’re too frail
And may stop your thumping
But I don’t want another you
Coz you are me and I am you

You build no nest
Not anymore
With fancy rooftop canopies
You rest for the night and sometimes the day
But seriously could you please
Find another pooping place
My car is not a public toilet for you and your winged family
So please be considerate
I’m asking nicely
Please and thank you
Find another pooping place

You’re always missing when I need you most
Why do you hide?
Is it intentional?
You know it hurts right
Looking for you has become my hobby
Tracking your moves is so very difficult
With no cyber connections
Life’s intolerable
Must you always go MIA
Don’t you care?
My feelings I bare
Can you see?
It’s me, it’s me

Sitting here by the lake
Sprawled on a mat on a jeep
The moon rises to show its glory
It’s perfect but spare me the rhetoric
Really? Crescent moon by the lake in the deep of night
Did I conjure this up or
did it really happen?

Today’s special
We get to put faces to names
But our middle names might as well be socially awkward
Writers, sigh
But I’m grateful, with these people I belong
I can be weird, quiet, even eccentric
I fit, we fit
How wonderful!

It’s smooth, no obstacles, huff and puff free.
Said no philosopher.
What if they’re wrong
What if it doesn’t have to be that way
What if event-free and incident-less is the norm?
What if the path if its the right one is obstacle- free
Happy easy free
What if?