Obliged by my
I cannot bring myself
to form a proper poemabout your irregular pap smearand the possibility of your contraction ofHPV.You’re scared.I’m scared.You’re more scared.Fuck.Fuck.Stay positive;comforting.Be comforting.Fucking shit.Hold it together.Hold on to eloquence.Need a drink.Need a smoke.No.Need to hold you close.It’s not about me.It’s not about me.But I’m here.I need to stay here.Need to stay okay.Need to be okay.Need to help […]
A Mean Poem
What is your presence to me?an interruption?a derailment?a bewilderment?a friendship?temptation?a series of pixelsmakes a codeprovokingstimulatingnew situationssame old feelings I should not play the gamethere’s a lot more at stakethis time
To feel stuck
in this modern stateseemsungrateful orignorantas self-absorbedas our addiction to petroleum.There’s some irony for you.I own a car.I have money.I have legs.Yet,stuckis the onlyword I findto describe how I feel.Maybe it’s the knowledge,the photographs,the clever marketing schemesencouraging you to“get away” from it all,offering somewhere else.Somewhere better.It’s all the same place.Just different.
In the midst of
a state of anxiety
I hope the world looks different
with you by my sideagain.For right now,I can’t seem to see in color.Days comprised ofsloppily composedpetty to-doshalf assed attemptsto check offthese arbitrary tasksendeavors fruitlesscontentment unobtainablehappiness impalpable.Don’t get me wrong,I’m doing fine.Waiting is just hardfor a skeptic.I taught myself not to hope.I surrendered my faithin the search for truthand here I amwaitingand hopingtrying to find faithin […]
A sound paradox (at wit’s end)
I’ll make you hotAs I turn coldI’ll open you upAnd then I’ll foldI’ll tie you downAs I fly freeI won’t leaveBut let me beI’ll give you allBut relinquish nothingI won’t speakBut I’ll tell you somethingI’ll tell the truthBut don’t believe meJust let me be aloneAnd never leave meI can’t support youBut I’ll be your crutchBecause […]
Pretendtious
just bad luck
I was four beers deepwhen I thought to myselfmaybe I shouldn’t have hadthose four beers.Maybe I should haveapologized to youinstead. So I rode my biketo get a pack of cigarettes,and think it over.Then I took a shower,to wash away the smoke,and think it over. I sobered up.And then I drove North. I’m still not sure […]
