Once

Once

By dan ankers

Once when I was younger

And in such a book store

As it was called Borders

Letters Raised above the Door

I searched with my naive eyes, the ceiling vast

And around me the wood of the shelves seemed overcast

With my naive view I seemed to skew as something heavy came

And fast, I had to poo

So

Now I raced to the bathroom, whereupon my pants I dropped

And I crested that fat mackerel

It WAS DREADFUL. I swear the room I pooed in darkened as the log hit the water

And it was good...and it was over at last……

But WAIT

It seems my feces had a daughter!

So as I practiced my core strength

And was awaiting my next length…

In comes a tall man

Angry and Tall

I can see his boots on his feet under the stall

And I can see his hat above the metal enclosure I was in

As I grinned and tried my best to win

He pounded on the door to the stall I was in, Yelling,

“I really need to get in there!” or

Some other such thing

But I was a dick, so I’m like wait

This guy is trying to make me pinch my loaf in Kuwait

Man this is no war zone

The only enemies’ the feeling inside of my colon

Just now

So I did my thing

At a natural rate

And as fate would have it

That was really too late

So I see this guy

And I’m so fucking Surprised!

But I see his two feet

Back into the urinal real neat

And it’s strange to this day

That he was pointed the other way

Than to pee

So he ……

Sooo...heee

So he shat and he shat and that was fucking that

And I saw as it went splat, neath that urinal vat

There was so much fucking shit

Looked like pudding in piles

I very quickly cleaned myself up, and I reported the surprise

To the pretty little lady who was the first person I saw

“There was so much shit in that bathroom. I’m pretty sure it clung to the wall.”

Able Bodied Gods

Able Bodied Gods

By dan ankers

As one God rises from the ashes

Another seeks to chop it down

One other rose to riches

And those below him

See the Clown

The mirror images

Distortions

This unedited portions of who he truly is

This is the careless cycle

Of the universe where human lives

So basically what we do, Is try another experimental way

To place another government

Atop this heap of avarice and decay

And make it sing

And make it sway

And then we hate it

But wait we made it

Oh

That wasn’t we

That was the previous

Stupid we

We know

We are much better

We can make it work

For sure

And so the cycle begins again

Because the world cannot bear long

The thought of taking any kind of responsibility for what is going on

FUUUCK!

FUUUCK!

By dan ankers

For Elizabeth Squires

Fuuuck where are my keys!?

I’m on my knees. Literally! Just please.

Whichever Gods there are or aren’t, please be kind

Because I’m losing my fucking mind and I’m going to be fucking late for the fifty sixth time

THIS YEAR

Oh Dear!

I just now saw myself in the fucking mirror!

I look like hell if hell were a face, and it’s obvious that I’m not gonna win this race

But god-damn!

I’LL TRY

Now that I see my keys at the back of the damn cat’s litter box

She fucking sucks

And I’m Fishenem-out with my hand in a fucking sock

Yuck!

My stomach lurches as I clean off the turds and such

I get to my truck

I’m an hour late

My boss is an asshole already

I question my fate

And if only I’d listened, when my alarm went off

I wouldn’t be stuck in this no win predicament

With my collar flap needing an iron

And my teeth needing a brush

If I wasn’t such a heavy sleeping, procrastinating dozer

I wouldn’t be in such a rush!

God, I’m such a douche!

I race down the highway, going 25 over the limit

I’m in it to win it

Or at least lose

On my own terms

Then Suddenly, this asshole swerves into my lane

“Stupid FUCK!”
I yell and complain.

Oh shit

I can see him behind me

In my rear-view-mirror creeping

But he ain’t caught me sleeping…

As I go to turn off,

His sirens set ablaze

And a day this fucked up

It deserves its own praise

As I turn and slow down

It occurs to me really

That I’m being silly

This job is not worth it

My time is ill consumed

And as the policeman rolls up

To my window

I say, like a Guido

“Aaaayy! Whazzup!?”

This Woman

This Woman

By dan ankers

You save lives. You chose that path. This is

YOU.

I choose to do nice things, but you stop the blood which rushes through their

Veins

From exiting or misbehaving.

(Tsk Tsk, says the modern witch)

And very often it obeys

And wouldn’t you?

(She is a technical expert, and she knows just what to do)

Beautiful

She is beautiful, like newly fallen snow

And the shadows of her features, hide billions of crawling creatures

All designed for a purpose

To explore this world you know

And turn it into something limitless

And with a single kiss she sends them off

Her hair is darkness

Filled with love

Her eyes sparkle

With the touch of creation

In their irises

:)

Rages

Rages

By dan ankers

Time Rages by, the Hurricane and Eye

Ravaging our dreams as it passes through

And all we can accomplish, we striving little ants

Is to build set pieces and plots

For our maker to undo

Where I stood

Where I stood

.

Where I stood, there was nothing

(what was nothing, it was lovely)

Silky, dark, mysterious, and unsurprisingly firm

I spoke words into it

And they became

All that was

So it was then

Now it is

Woman and Sperm

you shouldn't be here

You Shouldn’t Be Here

By dan ankers

I am where I need to be to sleep, and the alarm clock by my bed says three.

I have no need to feel alert. It hasn’t rung and sung its song.

So dreams they whisper and pirouette like smoke

Tracing passive moments of past lives I’ve met

While across the carpet walks a woman who I know is real

Dream or not, I am unsure

I look to her with violet temperament. In shock and awe but at the least no worse than that

She...well I’m sure she is a she, but for me, I can be sure of almost nothing

I’m in a dream?

I see

I see a woman, I AM certain of that

She sees me and seems to express the full significance

Of nothingness

She is not angry, nor afraid

She merely walks

As she makes her way

Through this very room

Where I Slumber

You

You

By dan ankers

I don’t know the first thing about what you like

But I do know that this world can be a relentless and tear-fraught-long-hike

Up a mountain so steep, that we can find no relief

Or one person to hear when we weep

So I’m here to have your back when you need me, because I can see that you hold yourself up

Most easily, but

I thought maybe you’d like to have a friend

To climb with, for a time

Now and again

And

Well, maybe even a little bit more

If you’d like that

I know that I would

I get bored

Sparks

Sparks

By dan ankers

Everyone is boring and I want to create sparks

But I shouldn’t let them get to me, cause that makes my thoughts dark

I should use this as a fuel to get higher gas milage

For the beauty of a fool is that he always sees gold

Wearing raven’s sunglasses cause I’m in the dark smilin’

While the world around me rolls

As well the victories start pilin’

And the way these magazines they

Want to feature me chillin

Gets me loaded to the gills with all my millions of

Admirers

And while I’m admirin’ back because they’re just as good as me

If not better because they get it and that’s as good as you can be

So on the street they see me

Complete with scenery

I carry a piece of me

Everywhere that I go

And if I’m not putting you off

It’s because you get where I’m going

And I know that we can chill

Exclusively

Though this is not a place for exclusivity

It’s only that

I’m rather fond of fact

And if you’re not with it

Then you can split

You get it?

I love you

I’m in Heaven

I can live with it

Mother

Mother

By dan ankers

Mother is a word for a role

Not just a person but a place within the

Soul

Where someone comes and always stays

And never leaves

Even after death, that place is kept

Their essence cleaves

The stones of life are many

Thrown in a hail

And lobbed by Giants

Awesome Tyrants  Clad in Mail

Insults are many, they have plenty

And they weave

Paths of destruction

Through the throngs of us they cleave

But there are places that their wounds may never aim

And there are spots within us all where they can’t peek

That’s where the God of our Admission stands its watch

And Steadfast Comfort of our mother plants its keep

And as those two things array

Where none may harm

We find our will to act alone

For other’s eyes

And on our lone hill we fight armies

Standing watch

Reaching out our hands to the sakes

of others

As they climb