Today my boss told me to be more upbeat-
my cat dared me to tell him to go fuck himself
my friend lost his dreams because he loves his wife
the economy fell 100 feet and no one wants
to hear me say, i told you so, today.
the voice in the mirror said
Remember me? you are supposed to be
staying young...
circling below my eyes, black stains of living sink in to
make bad thoughts of dying
and bad lives and bad results and, one day,
I'll feel OK, again.
My poetry and rantings. Freestyle live and love and everything good you should take it when you have the chance.
February 2011
Never ignore your poetry blog .It knows where you sleep.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
philosophy #1
Sex is hot gold melting down bare thighs spread open
staring upward moonless dark ceiling rushing steamy moist
face and neck and ears and hands finding and feeling, reaching and smoothing
Love is hearing someone elses' screams for help
And knowing you're in the right place at the right time.
staring upward moonless dark ceiling rushing steamy moist
face and neck and ears and hands finding and feeling, reaching and smoothing
Love is hearing someone elses' screams for help
And knowing you're in the right place at the right time.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
defending him #1
He is not an Empiricist, he is
an Intellectual.
He is close to a Saint, but
a fucked up guy (sexual).
an Intellectual.
He is close to a Saint, but
a fucked up guy (sexual).
incident report #2
self Respect?
Respect what?
you're full of Ideas but no Idea
getting Sympathy not style.
Christ.
you talked the talk always you not naive Enough
But can that ever meet up?
to the Fact all the time
now you're Desperate.
you're a walking, rotting ghost
it's you, now, who people look away from.
The drug, desire, make some sacrifices,
The need, the fire...
What? What? do you see
Respect what?
you're full of Ideas but no Idea
getting Sympathy not style.
Christ.
you talked the talk always you not naive Enough
But can that ever meet up?
to the Fact all the time
now you're Desperate.
you're a walking, rotting ghost
it's you, now, who people look away from.
The drug, desire, make some sacrifices,
The need, the fire...
What? What? do you see
incident report #1
I'm sick of having answers,
I'm sick of having rhymes.
I'm sick of childhood friends
growing up to be junkies
blowing crushed prescription lines.
I'm sick of having rhymes.
I'm sick of childhood friends
growing up to be junkies
blowing crushed prescription lines.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
address change
I live in the stacks of paperwork-
unfiled flesh between numbered files.
Still functional here, still active.
I got lost looking for my government ID-
wound up between the inbox and the miscellaneous file.
If you scream according to date
If you laugh before its due
You can live, you can pass.
You can work, you can breathe.
you can get a phone call and forget what you wanted to say
unfiled flesh between numbered files.
Still functional here, still active.
I got lost looking for my government ID-
wound up between the inbox and the miscellaneous file.
If you scream according to date
If you laugh before its due
You can live, you can pass.
You can work, you can breathe.
you can get a phone call and forget what you wanted to say
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Attempt No. 1
I'm not broken so don't buy me
I can't be fixed so don't be a hero
I can't be fixed and I'm not some novelty
My strangeness is not your flavor of the week.
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