the sad truth about nearly all boys, nearly all the time:
we’re all just tryin to bust a nut
I cannot manage the issue at hand
my sheets are dampbut that chill is nothingcompared tothe specters of memoryand delusions grantedby the unintelligible desireI must cut this poem shortand close my eyesand try to sleepbefore grieftakes me over
No rest
only the faint dissipatingbut piercingscent ofmango fleshand an emptiness emanatinga permeating sadnessis all my bed has to offer
this is difficult
to always feel aloneto feel so littlewhere did they goI must have separatedmyself from them
Self Pity
If I can’t trust myself
can I trust you?can you trust me?it hurts to be humanit hurts to errI indulgeI drink sadness and despairI breathe smoke, instead of airmy eyes burn from lack of tearsmy heart beats fast and weakwhen I confront my fearsmy blood-stained fleshis like this ink-stained fleshas I try to bleed outmy terrors and rageI’ll make you […]
I just dropped my cigar box on my toe.
Everyone trying to sleep in this house might say:At least it wasn’t loud.I just saidow.
I speak for myself
built to spill
He was a sad manstrumming his guitarsweetlyangrilyslowlythen fast againmy best friend and iwatched him playand took solace in the shade,the shadow castas the sun setover the harborfound comfortin his voicesingingbeautifullypainfullyunderstanding wordsfilling the airwavesbooming out overthis gathering of peopleand words of gratitudefor everyonethank you
Why did I let you go?
You brought your avocadosand onions.I bought the limes,tomato,and beer.We shared it all,along with the couchand a sad story. We talked offar off placesand home,and pulled a blanket overusfor warmthand comfortand proximity. Our bodies rested againsteach other.But I didn’t grab your hand.I wouldn’t wrap my arms around you.I don’t know if I should have. But I […]
