broke enough to not buy into false hope and dreams
as a child
i truly was
curious and
always did
pick things
from out my
bellybutton
then it was
the usual
not so much
such things
as sunflower
seeds or the
occasional
blueberry
but the
that
what
most
find
in an
inny
but now
older my
belly is
reverting
to the
bump
of
a baby
as is
my mind
thinking
thanking
god i
don't have
an
outy
Pocket Full of Lint
Ain’t no bargain
Being broke
Having to weigh
Each time you
Spend some
Ain’t no grace
To having nothin’
Worrying each day
Insides twisted up
In painful knots
Ain’t no joy
In saying
I can’t
When all you
Want to say is
Yes
Ain’t no love
In a pocket
Full of lint
Hole in the bottom
Air blowing in…
You'll find her up a steep game trail
strewn with slippery stones
marbled with metal
lightning all around
yellow eyes off the brambles.
At the end-you'll find a mind of flint
and a heart that strikes the match.
My spoon is full my bags are bursting,
yet more and more the dope fiend in
me is thirsting.
So once again I hit the floor,
combing each strand hoping to
find just a little more.
The sun it will rise.
The moon it will fall,
and all I have is my
glorious lint 8 ball.
Every day is special, but not all you’d recognize
The Fluffy Slipper Lint Day just took me by surprise
It occurs in late October, the 26th is set aside
When people all over the world celebrate fairies that have died
You don’t know about this fairy, the Fluffy Bunny Slipper
They’re seldom seen by anyone, for they’re a night time tripper
They collect lint from their bellies and insert it in your shoes
Or any other footwear that you choose to use
But lint found in other places is not because of them
They’re strictly slipper fairies, at least they so contend
These creatures are so ancient, historians all say
Their name predates the cuneiform found in ancient clay
The nomenclature “Bunny” comes from their high birth rate
They have to make more fairies before it is too late
Their death rate is tremendous, the family’s almost gone
For often as they’re leaving lint, they just get stomped upon
If you’ve nothing else to celebrate on this October day
Celebrate the Fluffy Bunny Slipper Fairy in your own peculiar way
Nothing But Lint
Nothing but lint
in my pocket.
It could be said
that I am skint.
I did have cash
to start the day.
But money,
no sooner earned,
is no sooner spent …
they say.
Now I sit alone
in a diner cafe.
Slowly drinking
one last black coffee.
But hey!
What is that
on the floor?
Near the leg of the table
by the door.
It's a new penny coin
all shiny with glint.
Now there is something
in my pocket … besides lint.
There are things in life that are
Mysterious to me.
Maybe they'd be clearer
If I had a PhD.
One involves the laundry
So I'll give a little hint -
Won't someone explain to me
The origin of lint?
Clothes come from the washer
And the dryer claims them next.
Nothing's hanging off of them,
So I am quite perplexed.
For when they're done, I clean the trap
Where lint is piled up high.
That stuff has somehow formed
Between the wet stage and the dry.
If there's a person out there
With an answer to my query,
I think that explanation may
Just rival Einstein's theory!
it is little, this memory
like the lint balled up inside the pocket
of my favorite denium jacket
I roll it between my fingers
and desperatly search for it when i am nervous
and it stays in the deepest fold
all summer long
until the fall comes and i take out my denium jacket again
it is always in the fall i remember
perhaps it is the beginning of the school year
or the cool breeze
that reminds me to think of you
or the little lint ball
like a string around my finger
like a rope around my heart