Yes, you heard.

Bend the word

so every third

Rhymes. It's absurd, 

Constricting. Grammar blurred.

Thoughts are slurred.

But, if spurred

By challenge incurred,

Let one's bird

Release one's turd

Of playful word.

Shattered window panes

cannot block rain.

Words cannot explain

the smoldering pain.

Was I insane?

Watching scarlet drain

from my vein,

tiles to stain.

Numbly, I profaned

what God ordained.

Judas’ sin again...

But in vain.

The scars remain.

Mark of Cain.

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(Notes: This poem does not draw from my personal experience, but hopefully brings some awareness to the struggle of suicide survivors. The reference to Judas alludes to the biblical figure’s suicide after his betrayal of Jesus of Nazareth. The “mark of Cain” references God’s Old Testament promise to protect Cain (whom He cursed after Cain killed Abel) from premature death.)

If I laugh

At a calf

The whole staff

Thinks I'm Daft

But the giraffe

Keeps a graph

All on behalf

Of the riffraff.

She is old,

And very cold,

So I'm told.

She eats mold,

That she's sold.

It's rather bold.

She often folds,

And mines gold,

Which she holds.

Carved German clock sings golden knocks

at every hour; how Marie cowered

like a flower wilted in fall or painted doll;

Outside hot mouths cried words uncouth,

and asked for blood at doors; rain and gore.

The little ones sucking their thumbs and

pulling frills, counting clock's trills—

think of foothills, and small birds on blouses' sleeves;

berry laden leaves.

Too young afeared, how virtue's smeared

By crooks crying justice and drying bulbous tears.

Operatic fire sings for noble kings;

Hearken, l'oisillon, to the people's coup.

Blood once blue has soured red;

coats the dead but burns in you.

How you grew amongst the gardens,

grant of pardons, the life unhardened.

The only task approaches; darling, ask

why your subjects abandoned their protections

and in stead threw their bread

and took Mother's head.

What are thee?

Oh little flea,

My head spins,

My hair thins,

Seeing you thus,

Making a fuss,

Hopping from mat,

To scurrying cat,

Whatever the beast,

Is your feast,

Blood sucking scum,

Filling your tum,

Longing to thrive,

Still, you survive,

Whose your meal?

What's the deal?

Hopping on collie,

Such absolute folly,

You showed 'em!

Biting his scrotum!

Howling in pain,

Bloodletting you claim,

Joyfully hopping away,

Enjoying the day,

Soon it's night,

You've take flight,

Riding upon dove,

Freedom you love,

Don't take fright,

Flea in flight,

Passing the day,

So far away,

Flying off east,

Partaking in feast,

Meets rising sun,

Just for fun,

Away you fly,

We say goodbye,

Kind thoughts send,

My little friend,

Now's The End!

(c) BAM

Sound the bell

It's time for a spell

What is that awful smell?

It's coming from the well

Oh how swell

Where shall I dwell?

Let me ask a kell

Maybe he'll sell

His house for an eel

See the rivers trail

My what a great tail

Have to learn to sail

There is the pail

Hope it can tell

Us all a magical tale

Time to drill

Out on a hill

I need a mill

Listen Bill

You need a pill

Be cool and chill

Now by the grill

No one is ill

I need a drill

Words that rhyme

Take some time

But they're prime

Hidden in grime

Worth a dime

It's a crime

They create wartime

Could be sublime

But in Anaheim 

It is bedtime

Let's say paradigm

I hold you

You feel true

My eyes blue

Can't see you

Where are you?

My eyes blue

I love you

Where are you?