When in Poem...

Random writing, 5-17-11:

Numb Hairs

I’m a numbers guy,
I hate zero, but don’t ask me why.
If you take the time to add it up,
You will have no time for the half-empty cup.

One time, I want to be the rhyme
That turns the nickel into a dime,
That turns the lemon into a lime,
That makes the innocent commit a crime.

Two jacks give you a pair
But all you’re left to do is stare
When three kings growl like a bear
And crush your hand without a care.

Three is the magic number
When it’s you and her and her.
It’s something that you wanted, that’s for sure
It’s what you deserve after all you’ve endured.

Time to go forth and make the best of this
You asked for a hug and you got a kiss
Before you make this something you dismiss,
Realize everything you are going to miss.

I plead the fifth when it comes to the court of life
I’m guilty of nothing but wanting this to thrive
I jump into the pool with a perfect dive
If that’s a crime, give me 25 to life.

Six numbers in, I wonder when I will begin
To make sense of these words to my next of kin.
These verses show where I’m going and where I’ve been.
Regret in this world is the biggest of sins.

Keep your eyes open like 7-11,
Whether or not you believe in heaven.
Keep those feet movin’ and those engines revvin’,
For all you take from life, reciprocate with some givin’.

If you eat, you ate; if you’re now, you’re late; after seven, you’re eight.
Set this on your calendars so you don’t miss the date.
You’re fishing alone, they say you have master bait.
If you swim among the hungry sharks, you’ve decided your fate.

Nine planets, but being on this Earth, we never planned it.
Amongst these words of clutter and bullshit,
There’s a message that’s so lawful, it is writ.
As basic and as useful as a first-aid kit.

I won’t command you to give me these minutes of your life—ten,
I just wanted to see how you have been.
Just make the most of this time, live like Barbie and Ken.
Do it now, cause if not now, when?