December 13

I kiss Jilly goodbye
"I'll see you later tonight"
as I step out of her ride
and walk inside to find
the temperature is frigid
and my attitude is livid
my language explicit
this isn't fit to live in
more desolate than prison
if imaginitive envision
impossibly cold conditions
stinging like surgical incisions
and it's all for what
just to make enough
so that I'm not bankrupt
what the fudge?
impatiently I watch
the running clock
seeming to slow to a stop
til I'm off

December 12

I lack proper word choice
to describe the void
all white on all sides
I can't discern left from right
no sound no feeling
just confusion and struggle
shaken and troubled
I woke up
because the dream was dead
trapped in my head
sweating in bed
I woke up
there's no dream to dream
cuz me I'll bleed
sleeps something I need
no dreams of love
no dreams of hope
just a cloud of smoke
and a blackening soul
I woke up
to a sky of red
raised a flag of white
because the dream is dead

December 11

call it karma
or call it luck
but my toes are numb
and I'm freezing my nuts
cuz it's negative 31
and it's so cold I'm stunned
my tongue frozen and stuck
to my gums
nearby a bum sickle
drips a little drizzle
now he's in a pickle
looking like he was chiseled
it's so cold it sizzles
fo shizzle mah nizzle
Dan's trippin' on skittles
for some giggles
the blizzard blistering
it burns like Listerene
the stinging breeze
draining my energy
the night is white
from left to the right
I might have frostbite
it might be christmas time

December 10

there's something queer
in the atmosphere
is it holiday cheer
cuz it's that time of year
smiles from ear to ear
elves and reindeer
red noses and ears
but this time this year
there's something out of place
maybe I'll have to wait
before an ass is what I'm made
if the rain becomes snowflakes
I'm dreaming of white
for christmas night
bright white skies
and streets of ice
with my hands clenched
and a puffy bottom lip
my lone christmas wish
is to get at least an inch
of that powdered substance
upon which winter functions
glistening on the summit
of pumice quite wondrous

December 9

After rereading
I need to rewrite
the words inscribed
late last night
to better describe
what life is like
to a self-assigned
Einstein of the mic
every thought is a struggle
thinking outside the bubble
for an improvement though subtle
to sooth trembling knuckles
how can I connect
yet express in depth
with style that impresses
the opposite sex
taking a story out of facts
and turning that into a rap
turning that to a contract
not to slack
so my most sincere sorry
lasts nights poem was hardly
anything worth remarking
it was salty as a sardine

December 7

sittin' here at my J-O-B
lil' to the C's
with Brandon B
Merlin and Steve
a team of elite
pizza making deities
pepperoni and cheese
to the extreme
my cellular rings
Jillibeans on the screen
I answer so sweetly
"How are you feeling sweetie?"
she says so easy
I've just been thinking
how wonderful you treat me
I love you completely
I try to hide it
but I blush
time'll fly by
if we keep in touch
it'll be a good day
chin up to the sun
don't think heartache
it'll be a good day

December 3

they're in my bloodstream
but they aren't part of me
but there's no known vaccine
that doesn't lead to being deceased
I have a parasite
that's stealing my mind
my insides a paradise
where it resides to survive
for lack of better decision
one might splice an incision
to solicit the attention
of this intimate condition
moving lump under the skin
is my name for it
the pain is infinite
I can't live with this
are you listenin?
If you're scared go to church
read the word and observe
that I still have a worm
in my genetic architecture

P.S. This whole rhyme diary is about ringworm, which sucks

December 2

He's lookin' somethin' great
Buddy Holly dorky shades
with a neon pink frame
and a straight face
cool as a fridge
and sassy like a bitch
it's a trip how exquisite
I am when equipped
with a tux off the rack
at Wal-Mart perhaps?
it's the pictures she snapped
of me in the cookie monster hat
in a Wal-Mart glamour shot
the photographer laughs til snot
rockets and her mouth has froth
like a rabid dog
she suggests a pose
in my nerdcore clothes
then she adds a glow
on the final photo
I honestly can't complain
for $17.98
it's just a shame
I didn't wear a toupé

December 1

a bottomless abyss
sits beckoning descent
all that swims in the mist
a precursor to existence
a single cell of hope
that could grow wise and old
and maybe one day control
the galaxy as whole
from munching on plants
he has no clue what a task
he has in his hands
to advance the planet
and with the click of a mouse
I'll endow him with snout
and command him to take out
a neighboring town
the biggest fish in the sea
with infinite money cheat
which makes my PC freeze
so hit ctrl-alt-delete
pop open Mountain Dew four
and restart for more Spore
Robert the herbivore
treads where none have before