I lift my lids and all is born again.
—Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl's Love Song
So many dreams
Inside my head
Treasure and triumph
And beauty and dread
I lift my lids
To you instead
What disappeared
Is born anew
My moon-struck songs
Are all of you
Drops of bliss
Like morning dew
Rise and roar
And meet the world
Music until now
Unheard
My dream my life
My thunderbird
by Richard W. Bray
Painting pictures
Of people in your head
Inventing words
You wish they really said
Pretending
The world exists for you
Pretending
The same old lies are new
Pretending
You don't do what you do
Tearing worlds apart
Trying to get whole
You take and take
And empty out your soul
Pretending
To pity what you hate
Pretending
That bitterness is fate
Pretending
That two plus two is eight
by Richard W. Bray
Love angry
Love selfish
Love empty
Love cruel
Love like a miser
Love like a fool
Love stupid
Love needy
Love lying
Love loud
Love like a loser
Always too proud
Love hopeless
Love hurtful
Love hungry
Love vain
Love like a bully
Pass along pain
by Richard W. Bray
Wake and rise
Live aware
Hunks of matter
Dance in air
Raise your arms
Plant your toes
Release your body
Mix your soul
Get outdoors
Touch some dirt
Smell the sky
And live the hurt
by Richard W. Bray
Wacky doodle doo
I just lost my shoe
Hopping off to school
I never follow rules
Hip hip Horatio
I live in outer spacio
Napping on the moon
I'll visit Venus soon
Sippy Ki-Yay
My juice box is ok
Free Fi Fo Fum
He never bothered anyone
I don't know the muffin man
Too dense, too dry, and too much bran
Get it off my table
I'll have another bagel
Roses are yellow
Davey is mellow
Violets are purple
Tammy likes myrtle
Big Bo Peep
She don't need no sheep
She's happy, smart, and rich
And sweaters make her itch
by Richard W. Bray
The thing that's always there
In the alcoves of your mind
The thing that makes you lie
The thing that makes you blind
The thing you never mention
When you try and talk sense
Gossip, movies, politics
And current events
The thing that's deep below
And always at the surface
The ghost in the attic
The phantom in the furnace
Try and stay busy
Avoid, disrupt, deny
Wash your brain with booze
It never leaves your side
by Richard W. Bray
What kind of beast would turn its life into words?
—Adrienne Rich
Relentlessly describing
Everything I see
I got a magic eye
The world will notice me
Countless dinner parties
Living in the glow
Don't know why I'm crying
Feelings come and go
Candor in my vision
The covenant I keep
I see for miles and miles
But I don't look in too deep
Wealth and fame and glory
Always on the phone
I told a thousand stories
But I never knew my own
by Richard W. Bray
laughing girls
and romping boys
a thousand lovely
aching joys
spots of time
the spirit captures
mundane moments
dizzy raptures
drink all this
the blessèd mood
little things
felt and viewed
By Richard W. Bray
Beware the Wooky Wabble
In the Torple Tapple Tree
He vexonted Carroll Lewis
And he almost blurbled me
Beware the Wooky Wabble
Deceptive in its art
He looks just like a nuknak
But he’s wipple wapple smart
Beware the Wooky Wabble
With his chriomatic forge
He swings a brutesome blade
Lacerating Gordon George
Beware the Wooky Wabble
He sporpled Miss D.H.
She keeps on writing books
But they’re only one page
Beware the Wooky Wabble
He bedeviled Milton John
He behemothed Shelley Percy
Till the raspity of dawn
by Richard W. Bray
Shooting star across the sky
Oh my God, we’re gonna die
I never want to walk around
There’s a chance I might fall down
Live a life of melodrama
Stay inside and call your mama
If that girl won’t go out with me
I’ll live a life of misery
If I’m not getting perfects marks
I’ll be sleeping in the park
When every hill’s a mountaintop
The agony will never stop
I got a pain inside my head
Pretty soon I will be dead
Every surface must be scoured
I boil my food for several hours
Breathe and think and slow your hurry
You don’t need to feed your worry
by Richard W. Bray
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