Blog Poetry Revisited

Letter to Becky G

(Partially by Trillion.b715_)

   I need the gym for music. I need recovery. I want to open a new gym, call it: Trillion the G-MAN's Workout Shop, Built-in Pool. For Money. I want to become a positive celebrity. Enjoy the pool and land weights, then back to the pool. I really want to own. Work out. Get my right leg back and a hip.

   You're a good luck woman, someone to fall in love with for real. We'll love in the same bedroom together, just like the beautiful islands, beautiful sandy environments, waves, rolling under your feet, fresh ocean water. Get my abs back. Get my push ups. Get a body champ. I want a mom who knows the weights.

  I take an excavator bucket made out of iron and teeth. I gig through, put in a new pool. Mom and family land. I dig it myself. Make our own food. We eat five meals of fish. Raise children into respectful adults. Be their own. We meet up. COntinue enjoying the new music. Get a job, to go along with the gym. Get a new Mercedez with dub spinners. Have a pool for it.

   Have a list of stretches. Learn about energy drinks. Get better. Leave those crutches alone. Get my mobility back. Mix with martial arts. Get back in shape for the new rap music put out there. Buy a Polaris Slingshot. Compare auto-cycles. Leave my driveable RV. 

   Did you hear about my plan? Miami. Italy. Nieman Marcus. New Espo hat, new designs, new bow-tie. New Gucci. Whole collections of hightop buckle. Low top too. Duffel bags of leather. I made it for my gym and my job, but also for you. Write back to me. Make me a happy man who is athletic. My malpractice lawsuit check will come, and we can make a trip. In the water, you'll see I'm a man who deserves a pool.

Ball Lightning 

(Partially by DANAE 123)

I HAVE SEEN BALL LIGHTNING

MY MOTHER WAS THERE

ON THE PHONE

AND THERE WAS A LOUD BANG

(THERE WAS A SMALL STORM)

AT THE TIME I WAS SMALL

I WAS PRETENDING SOME

OF MY ROCKS WERE ARMY GUYS

WHO HAD DIFFERENT BACKGROUNDS

THREE DAYS HAD PASSED

SINCE THEY LEFT THE CHECKPOINT

ONE GUY EVEN HAD A KNIFE

IN HIS HEAD HE KEPT FIGHTING

HE WAS ACTUALLY BETTER

AT FIGHTING NOW BECAUSE

HE WAS PART WEAPON

THERE WAS A LOUD HISS

ON THE PHONE MY MOTHER WAS

HOLDING IN THE OTHER ROOM

AND MY MOTHER YELPED

AND PULLED IT AWAY REAL FAST

IT APPEARED TO EMERGE

FROM THE SPEAKER END

AS A FUZZY ORANGE MOVER

I'D CALL A SPARKLER KIND

OF BALL-SHAPED FLASH

THAT ROLLED AND BOUNCED

TO THE WALL AND LEFT A SCORCH

MARK SMALL LIKE THE STORM

MY MOTHER'S EAR WAS SLIGHTLY

BURNED ON THE TOP

AND THE SKIN SLOUGHED OFF

I REMEMBER SHE WAS ILL

SOME AFTER NOT TOO SERIOUS,

BUT I THINK SHE VOMITED

IT WAS VERY QUICK

A FEW SECONDS OR SO

AND IT WAS GONE I WONDER

IF THAT'S WHAT MADE HER

DIFFERENT BECAUSE WE WERE ALONE

FOR A WHILE PEOPLE

CHANGE THEY GET FILLED

UP WITH A DISASTER LIKE THAT

A LADY FARMER HAD TO

FLEE THE PRESS SHE GOT

HIT BY A SMALL METEOR

MY MOTHER WAS MORE LONELY

THE SMALL SCORCH WOULDN'T

CLEAN OFF WHEN I WALKED

BY I'D PRESS MY TONGUE UP TO

THE SPIRAL ON MY MOUTH'S ROOF
AND REMEMBER BUT WE NEVER SAW
BALL LIGHTNING AGAIN