Blot

Blot.
Please mind.
Left blot, right blot.
Out of my life.
Out with you.
Open your purse.
Let all the detrius out.
Is that what it is?
Its a muddled mess.
Blot your existence from my mind.
It should never have appeared there at all.
Never, not ever.
Will it go away?
Blotted. Blot.
Believe it.

Your Portion

Flames, foreunners of fame.
Doors, dreading dares.
Ramps, raking revisions.
Why are we here?
Why are you there?
Give what you've got.
Govern your greed.
Gregarious, grabbing gate of your soul.
Whay are you you?
Why did I know you?
Frame your life into a few mulched words
Of confiscated thoughts and ideas
That lead you to paths of your Life's
Portion and contentment.