I Saw You Fall Into Me in This Seafoam Green Apartment Jon Bryant

 

The Latest 'Woe Is Me'

 The Latest 'Woe Is Me'

Having read your latest woeful tale

About how love used and abused you

And left you abandoned 

On the roadside of the highway 

(You called it the highway of Hell)

I had to laugh.

I had to laugh

Because you're such a drama queen

Such a actor without genre

Such a B.S. artist worthy of an Oscar, 

An Emmy, a Tony, a Grammy

And a Pulitzer Prize for the crap you make up.

Everything is about you

Sweet little innocent, wouldn't-hurt-a-fly you!

A man who wouldn't recognize himself

In a God created mirror

In a scripture, in a poem

Or a song by Carly Simon!

C'mon, man! Who are you kidding?

You've lived in denial so long, they ought to erect statues of you

Up and down that winding river in Egypt

The one Cleo used to float on 

While seducing her latest victims

 (Before feeding them to the crocodiles.)

How many loving, innocent hearts

Have you ripped apart

And displayed there under bright spotlights

On the altar to yourself

Accusing them of the most scandalous crimes

While you screamed "See! See what she did to me???"

My God!

When I think of all the 'never-saw-it-coming'

Pulling-the-rug-out-from-under-someone's-feet

Cold hearted narcissistic insanities you bestowed

Without so much as a "sorry" or a "tear"

It makes me shake my head in wonder

At your abject audacity!

How many times did you slaughter me

With your judgemental words

In response to the most innocent questions or statements?

How many times did you witness my happiness

And with malice aforethought

Wiped the smile from my face?

How many stories did you tell me before

About previous lovers who 'did you so wrong'

Who ran from your presence and then disappeared

Lovers you stalked when they couldn't be found

Lovers you terrified

When you took off your mask?

Well, I'm one of those lovers, remember me?

A woman who found you delightful, insightful

Talented and tender with a heart made of gold

Who prayed for you and encouraged you

Who laughed with you and loved you like crazy

Not knowing the dangers hiding there in your soul.

One day you were wonderful

The next day, insane

One day you praised me

The next, cursed my name

I never knew, ever, which one you would be

The man who had loved me or that now hated me.

And so I left and ran from your side

Hurting and horrified at what I had seen

And you couldn't stand it, how dare I reject 'you'?

So you painted your pictures to prove to all I was 'mean'

When anybody who knows me 

Knows I've never been mean.

And somewhere out there in this ole world

I know there are others who loved you true, too

Women you wounded who came late to see

That you never loved them, you can only love you

Up there on your pedestal

There is no room for two.

And now you write your sad sad tales 

You, the rejected, neglected, deserted

You, the big man that tore our hearts in half............

You, writing lies for your own self protection

When I read your latest 

All I could do was...laugh.

©by Voo

Jan 4, 2022

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Utter Nonsense and Other Pages From My Diary

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 Utter Nonsense and Other Pages From My Diary



Stereo blasting in full color
Bright blues for blues
Grays for emptiness
And equalizers throwing gasoline
On red hot torch songs about darkness.

She walked
But no one saw her
It was one of those days
When the nights never end
And camels stop 
To fill up their tanks before
Heading into Los Angeles.

There was nothing to do about it
The ufo just hovered there
Like the one above Travis Walton's head
And I kept hoping it'd beam me up
Or knock me senseless but it never did.

Icicles hung from the sun
And snowmen melted 
On the truck beds of 4th of July parade floats
While children threw candy 
And taunted Santa Claus with wish lists.

I can't stand this stuff anymore!
No body writes about my life
It's like I don't have one or something
I must just be somebody's dream
On some far away planet
In the middle of an ocean of dishwater.

Is there any way out of here?
The banana cook flipped his pancake
And stared at me like I was Cornflakes
On a hot afternoon
But he had it all wrong: I was Fruit Loops.

You need a drink, he said
You look like chocolate milk
On a prehistoric playground
Here, drink this.
And he handed me a rubber plant
And a straw.

There's no ending to this story
I could go on and on          and on and on.....
Like a cabaret singer
With a thousand songs in her soul
And a mike so hot it burns her hand.

I see you out there reading this
You're thinking: Damn!
I should play chess more often
I had no idea how insane the queen was.

Well, I am insane
But I'm never boring
These words prove that
These words prove 
That you can make a poem outta anything
And somebody will read it and say
My God, she's brilliant!

But that's just a fact
In a constellation of a sea of fiction
Oranges don't grow on trees, baby!
And girls like me 
Don't come along every day.

Which is why the earth is spinning
And global warming is popping corn in the fields
In the middle of December
Al Gore knows the truth: He invented it
Just ask his wife.

If the world turned upside down
Would the oceans fall on our heads
And would we drown in self pity
And fish for tuna in the tops of trees?
I really need an answer to that question
I really do.

Oh, wait, the CIA is at the door.....
BRB.......
(They wanted to know my sources)
They wanted to know if I was a double-knot spy
And if I knew the way to San Jose
(I told them to hang a left at the Dollar Tree.)

My therapist does my therapy for free, you know
He said it amuses him
And that he finds my vocabulary sexy
But I won't lie down on his couch without protection
I wear an inner tube and hold a flamethrower.

I'm in love with this guy
Who lives in my stereo CD player
And sings to me about blue lights and purple things
We have this love/hate relationship
I love him but he refuses to eject so I hate him, too.

Buffaloes roam in the canyons
I think they fell out of the ufo
I'm not sure. I'm sure of that
Being sure of unsurety keeps me grounded, you know?
I tried to lasso one once but it got away.

( A buffalo, you moron!)
What did you think I meant?!
I may be insane but I'm not stupid!
Except on Tuesdays but then everybody's
Stupid on Tuesdays, right?
I think I read that on a menu somewhere.

Crickets are calling my name
I must run.............
You could probably catch me
On your little frog legs if you wanted to
But there's a 99.9 % chance
That I won't kiss you if you do.

Some people live 
For that 1%, however.......

©By Voo
Oct 25, 07

spur of the moment write
out of pure boredom
please don't ask me what it means
Just Enjoy it.