furniture is moved from one place to another,
told to be careful by the worried mother,
all is moved with delicate care,
but when the box is full of books his back has a tare,
still he tries to move things but careless as it seems,
bumping a table at the edge destroying her dreams,
she wildly throws her arms around,
making a screaming yelling annoying sound,
tells them she will not pay for their work for the day,
then he begins putting things back the same way,
he leaves her with that box full of books to move,
she walks over and cannot lift it at all with a point to prove,
pointing to it she touches her hand over her lips,
as the removalist holds his back twisting his hips,
leaving her to find someone else to do the rest,
she already ruined her move but injuring the best.

spew forth projectile carrot and pea,
down from the mouth to the knee,
spreading out dry gags of strain,
pressures of red showing stomach pain,
junk food underneath it all shielded through,
a wonder on what causes this spew,
looking away whole cleaning with a rag,
holding nose and not breathing to prevent a gag,
the paper towel showing blurred shapes from behind,
cleaning it all up with just a little more to find,
throw it all out into the bin outside,
never opening the mouth very wide,
the stench and feelings that come,
leave all who have to do it numb.

improperly dressed man enters the party,
smelling bad and being an ass smarty,

eating the snacks alot like a pig,
then putting his finger in his ear to dig,

all focus is on this ignorant man,
as he burps so loud while holding a beer can,

all others dressed in their black coats and white shirts,
and the women in gowns and long frilly skirts,

he waddles over and talks to one woman with a slur,
holding food and drinking with his eyes a blur,

she smiles polite looking around for someone to bail her out,
then he laughs spitting some food after a bad joke to shout,

in slow motion the speck of food flies down her top,
he feels embarressed at that giving his beer and food a drop,

putting his hands down to find that escaped bit of meat,
he pulls his out and licks it before gobbling to eat,

she is at first disgusted at his vulgar attitude with no shame,
but after their wedding some months later she now has his last name.

they walk through the room with a smooth style,
as i enter looking at them both with a long smile,
leopard skin PJ's with dots all large and black,
as i say something in my humor to have a laugh attack,
"you look like a bunch of pussies" i said loud,
as now it is told to everyone to spread to the crowd.

dearest to my ever slowing heart of bright blood,
for the wounds start flowing the tight flood,
scales reflect the images shooting through,
but they neglect the light from you,
sliding past faster than the eye can keep in focus,
as whipping around the magic is just hokus pokus,
teaching the wisdom through the eyes and ears,
for centuries and decades through all years,
rocks melted by the boiling heat into metal things,
as the stabbing pain of the knife constantly stings,
slicing down the sore back along the spine,
cutting into the nerves in a straight line,
now the blood flows from the wounds splattering on the ground,
as the heart slows in a struggling beat of sound,
eyes fade to the blackness they came from first,
the end comes but that is not the worst.

adventure he seeks but never leaves his room,
playing games constantly and rarely coming out of his tomb,
quickly drink and eat as he might miss something good,
i join him but not as much as it is not completely understood,
talking to people with accents that i cant pick,
sometimes he stays home from school pretending to be sick,
i constantly tell him with reasonable ways,
sometimes i dont see him for more than 3 days,
it reached a breaking point this afternoon,
as i disconnected his computer and he will be home soon.

sitting down on the plane ready to fly,
it moves along slowly as i close each eye,
the jets push along as the plane takes flight,
and did i mention this is my worst fright,
not moving or opening eyes for the whole trip,
my arms hold on tight while i bite my bottom lip,
offered a drink as i opened one eye to peek,
i saw outside the window making a squeak,
turbulence shakes as i hope we crash,
as below so far down at least the bottom would splash,
a true fear of heights but not the coming to land,
as the plane stops i feel good and release seat gripped hand.

"help!" she calls out loud when it is just a joke,
another person near runs leaving his hose to soak,
wondering what is wrong as she giggles waving away,
as he is the gardener and she is only a guest for a short stay,
she calls again "help!" as he moves back to resume his watering the plants,
he listens as she calls again louder "HELP" he wonders of her circumstance,
putting down the hose he sees her giggling again by the side of the pool,
again he turns around stomping his feet being made again a fool,
as he finishes the watering turning off the tap with a twist,
she calls again "HELP!" he shakes his head to resist,
hearing splashing and more calls for him from behind the trees,
soon it stops as he later moves around near the pool to what he sees,
her floating in the pool with her face down not moving at all,
guilty thoughts drill into his head about ignoring that last call,
he jumps in and pulls her out to the tiles on the side,
breathing air into her with her mouth open wide,
as her soul floats above in the clouds to watch him try,
being above to see this moment if only sarcastic tricking angels could cry.

move around puddles as rain begins to drop,
seeking shelter in a bus stop,
hitting hard as cars splashing past,
bigger trucks and buses make water blast,
soaked clothes on my front and back,
maybe it is better along the dirt track,
move around the mud puddles not slipping in,
seeing them down there i turn and spin,
bullies hang together in a group of three,
as last time they got me i was left in a tree,
now they follow as i avoid those puddles quick,
the bigger slips in and his shoe begins to stick,
the other two laugh it away and keep walking behind,
turning another corner for the bus stop to find,
a truck splashes the smaller bully so he falls,
as the last keeps walking ignoring his calls,
finally reaching me alone in wait,
teasing me constantly make me hate,
over and again a long time it built,
to hurt him now i will not feel guilt,
a fair fight is all i asked for,
i hit him so hard and much he begged no more,
the other two caught up seeing me above,
now they will think twice before giving me a shove.

splashing angel hits into the pond of light,
she sinks deep fading from a fishermans sight,
he dives in taking her and swimming quick,
breathing air into her turning her to be sick,
soaked and cold he covers her with his coat,
curling up she coughs clearing the water from her throat,
holding his arms around her to keep warm with heat,
noticing the aroma of her smelling so sweet,
she touches him running her hands on his face,
then down his arms as he stays still in the embrace,
taking a deep breath before she touches over his belt,
then below she feels him causing his emotions to melt,
the warmth burns hotter as she unzips his fly,
exposing him to the air with his stare towards the sky,
climbing above to look down on him with hair wet in soak,
she puts her weight on him until feeling something broke,
pulsing harder as the sun sets to start of the night,
they repeatedly love until the morning light,
he turns to look at her with love struck eyes of care,
reaching over to her fading from his sight into thin air,
a tear slides from the corner of his old eye of crow claws,
times pass as he still fishes in that spot waiting for the love he adores.