Garbage Man

Tricksy Pixie Garbage Man!
You drive by and wave your hand!
I wave back from where I stand!
Tricksy Pixie Garbage Man!

Habit

They carry widows, carry tables
While I read Aesop's fables
Yield to all and nothing yield to thee, trust not the flatterers, appearances may illusions be
This is what that man told me
But habit found is a rabbit fed
May it breed and take over my head
All through the lining of my mind bound walls in it the rat of habit crawls
With gnashing teeth and scratching claws
I push it back with my bleeding paws
But yet I think this habit somewhat kind
And hope to God it may not find
My crazed and beloved peace of mind

My Forest

In my forest with the old walkways and homebound house cats
I walk and talk of things I have seen
Feet from main, I talk to you of my plan
Walk back to my forest to look at the plants
Yellow house, blue house, pink house
Now go on back to the lookout.

Good for burns

He Is mean
He is crass
He is drunk
But he is good for burns

He yells
He fights
He disagrees
But he is good for burns

No pink squirrels allowed
He needs no friends
Let him stair at your last empty corner
Don't kick him out, let him be a dick
But never deny that he is good for burns

$10,000 Reward

WANTED
Positively alive
My Imagination

My imagination is on the loose.
It stole a car and drove to Neverland.
It robbed a book store of it's precious memories. It hijacked a plane and went to the Sistine Chapel. It painted it's stories on the ceiling and overlaid the halls with gold leaf. It made a mockery of all our fears. It swept countless people off their feet and carried them away. I need your help to get it back before it does something truly astounding.

Music

Electric Guitar washes like cold rain

Synthesizer falls like snow

Drums reboot the  heartbeat

Bass moves like a melodic snake

Tambourine chimes your fortune

Lyrics a crash cart for the mind

Vocals the only gospel

The Time Is NOW!

My quite life is coming to an end. The time has come to put my liver through hell and my mind to the test. I am young, beautiful, and stupid. I am ready for nights of unlawful activity, shitty hipster music, pointless foreigners movies, drunken escapades, and awkward sexual contact.

In a way, nothing could be more beautiful.  Acting immature yet feeling the depth of the world around you. I am ready to listen with the consciousness of my body and let it go in one ear and out the other. I am going to get drunk and have someone hold my hair as a vomit, fall asleep on the floor of someone else's house, and be in the company of some really kickass people.

What shall I gain from all of this? 
Some really good memories and a great life afterwards. 

Lets hope all goes according to plan.

Burning

Skipped bail
I ain't goin' ta jail

If ya don't know, My names Hale

I did some things I shouldn't have done
And now I ain't havin' no fun

Now I am burning
Burning for the love I lost
Burning for the life I left
Burning for the gal I had

Only ever been a country boy
Alls I wanted was a new toy

Now I'm gonna burn
Burn for the love I had
Burn for the life I lived
Burn for the gal I hit

Holdin' up a shop was great
I just couldn't stop

Now I am burning
Burning for the men I killed
Burning for the families I hurt
Burning for my soul

The Devil is new my pal
He's burning me for the gun I stole

Mister Johnson

In my apartment complex I've  come to know one neighbor very well. Mister Johnson is the man who feeds my cat lunch.

When I moved into the East Side apartment complex two years ago I was lost. I had just started my new internship at the law office downtown and decided to move  out of my mother's house at last. Two years ago the East Side apartment complex was wet, shabby, damp, and in a bad part of town. But my safety was worth a can of pepper spray and a pink taser.

But never once did I have to use it. All my neighbors were kind and for the most part very elderly.

The manager of the complex wasn't supposed to let you have pets, she made a special exception for my handsome face. Taffy the tabby and I were thoroughly freaked out. Not only because almost everyone in the building was super old and could die at any minute, but also because we were pretty sure the Russian mafia was going to come-a- knocking.

All Suspicions aside, all the old people were nice. They all became my surrogate grandparents. As you can imagine I was invited over for many home cooked dinners. One with Alma and her mentally disabled son Mason, and every Tuesday was lunch with Nana Patterson and the poker group.

"Who's the lucky lady, Robbie?", asked Nana one Tuesday. "What?", "Yes! A nice young man like you most have some sweet little thing on the side.", she said. "Nana, I don't have a girlfriend.", "Well, why not?", "I guess I'm too busy. With school and work...", " And all that late night clubbing you young people do.", "...I don't think I'd be able to have a girlfriend and keep her happy
". And that was that.

When you live in a small apartment complex you might notice word gets around fast. So, now everyone knew me as the unhappy girlfriend-less young kid who lives on floor 3.  Fine by me.

One day I got a call from my mom. She told me my little brother had been in a car accident and was in a bad way. So being the good big brother I am,  I started packing up right away. All the while Taffy watched me with this sad look on his face. Was it because he knew my brother Jim had given Taffy to me for my 21st birthday, and he might be in a life threatening condition? Or because he knew I wasn't going to be around to feed him? I did not know. All I knew was my bro-bro needed me and I needed someone to feed Taffy. Not knowing who else to turn to, I ran down the hall and asked Mister Johnson. He was the only person I had not taken the time to get to know properly. I fully meant to, but I didn't have time.

"Mister Johnson! Hello?..", he opened the door almost right away. "Whats wrong, son?", " I have a family thing going on and I am going to be out of town for a few days and....", by this time I most have looked totally deranged. The old man was staring at me with a horribly worried look on his kind face. "...I was wondering if you would feed my cat for me?", " Of course. Do you have a spare key? And cat food?", " Yeah.".

Thank god for his complete understanding and cooperation.  After I showed him where the food and litter box was, he sent me on my way. I throw my bags in the car and drove off. I got to my Mom's house at around 3 in the morning. It turns out he had only broken his arm. Jim has always been a cry baby, but I love him. I stayed with him for a least 5 days before going home. I was worried about Taffy and Mister Johnson.

When I got home, I found no sign of Taffy. I Knocked on mister Johnson's door. "Hey, sonny.", " Hi, Mister Johnson. Do you know where Taffy is? I got back and couldn't find him.", " Yes. I moved him in with me. He got very upset after you left. I didn't want to leave a suicidal cat in a big apartment all alone. I hope you're not mad." How could I be mad at him? I was glad he was worried about my cat's mental health. "Not at all.", "Okay, lets move him back in with you.", " Sounds great."

After we got Taffy settled in, we had a beer. This evening beer routine went on for 6 months thereafter. We talked about everything, family, friends, food, jobs, religion, government, and getting old.

One night around 11 Mister Johnson put down his beer. "How long have we been friends, Rob?", he asked me, "Oh, I don't know, about 7 months now.", " And what have we talked about?", " Almost everything, I think.", " Almost. You know, Robbie, you remind me of myself when I was your age. I just want to know how much alike we really are. So tell me, Robbie, why don't you have a girlfriend? I want a real answer. Not the one you gave Netty Patterson and the girls."

What could I say? I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to tell my best friend I was gay. What if he hated me after that? We hadn't talked about gays yet. Not at all. I didn't know what he was going to say, but I couldn't lie to him.

"Well, Mister Johnson, I don't have a girlfriend because I am gay.", "I thought as much. I knew we had something on common. ", "I......What? Are you gay, Mister Johnson?", " Ain't that what I just said? Haven't you ever wondered why I don't have a wife? Or kids around?", he said. He was telling the truth. "Yeah. But I just figured your family had passed on. Out lived you or something. I didn't think you were gay."

Now that I think about it, I had never seen him with family.
"You wouldn't have thought. I am pretty good at hiding it by now. I did have a wife once. And a kid.", " What happened to them?", " Benny and I had been married for a year when she got pregnant. She was only 6 months along when she had to give birth to the baby. His name was Allen, he lived for three days after being born. We never left his side. After the funeral I hold Benny I was gay. She told me she had known the whole time. And she still loved me. Not so much like a husband but more like a best friend. I wanted a kid just as much she did, and we had one for three beautiful days. A year later we got a divorce. She died last year in June. I was with her when she passed, she told me to find someone who makes  me happy. And I did. I found you, Robbie. You are the son I never got to have or hold."

I couldn't help it. I cried. Hard. I had a hard time stopping with 3 beers in me already. It took a while before I could talk.

"I grew up without a dad. You are the dad I never had, Mister Johnson. I am glad I asked you to feed my cat."

It felt good. The whole thing was awesome. Mister Johnson got a son and I got a dad. I guess homosexuality runs in the family.

I work a lot now, I am gone from 11am till 10pm and I can't be home to feed Taffy. Now Mister Johnson feeds him. Not only that, but he got to keep Taffy for his very own. I am glad I moved here. Now mom and Jim come down to visit Mister Johnson and I all the time. I wish I had more to say, But that is all.

Mister Johnson is the man who feeds my cat lunch.

By Lockley H Crisman.

Thanks for reading. Could I have done better? I probably could have. Anyway, tell me what y'all think!

Enough To

A moan
A groan
A touch

Is enough to make the blood rush
Its you who makes me blush

Pull hair
Play fair
Take a dare

Is enough to make me go bare
While the soft lights glare

A laugh
A word
A phrase

Say it again
It made my heart race

UnButtoned

In your button up shirt miles away
It is enought to make my nerves fray

Come on over
Didn't you know its time to play?

A button up shirt run could mean
A night of unbottened shirt fun

Let me help you out of your button up shirt
Let me read the Queer label
Having fun on the kitchen table

Pull it off
Rip it off
Ease it off

Let me help you out of your button up shirt
You know I am a terrible flirt

26 is not Fucking Enough

When words aren't enough
When bodies get rough

Sooner not later
Love her not hater her

I can't live without my master debater
I can't belittle or berate her

Kiss at noon
Kiss under the moon
Feel like a spoon

No more smoke
Not without her

Make up my mind
And take the time
To fully make her mine

Not to know what they look like
Not to know the stories
Is a fucked thing to have been saddened with

Kiss at noon
Kiss under the moon
Feel like a spoon

Lay on the bed and cover my head
Give up and make like you're dead
Lay back on my bed

Discourage

Discourage and dishearten
Reckless abandon
Reeling realizations

Bound by glory
Tied by meekness
Founded on resistance

Feed on fears
Water with worries
Beaten by Beloved

Forgotten and forgiven
Spirit of soul
Soulful and powerful

More than most
Less than some
Moon and sun