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VHS
A boy, four walls, a television set
what else more can one expect
a restless head, and evenings spent
on worthless puzzles, and VHS
tapes I watched, rewound and played
late past midnight, mornings, days
in a vault of body, mind
all to merely pass the time,
how good it felt, at that first glance
to fade into title sequence
and what a time it was to be
by oneself in harmony
caricatures care not to judge,
or fight, or fuss, nor try to budge
a troubled boy in troubled times
when credits roll, press rewind
rewind…
rewind..
rewind.
If, but there is no if
I, but there is no I
Could, but there is no could
Go, but there is no go
Back, but there is no back
I think
I would
press
Eject
there is war in my heart
There’s a war in my heart
a war in my head
at night as I sleep
at war
in the bed
I’ve made
like the maid
towel swan, chocolates
convincing myself
that this war, it could end
if I only fought, as hard as my bite
perhaps than I could
sleep through the night
with or without, this war in my head
there is war in my heart
that will burn till I’m dead.
this old coffee shop
It’s all the same, all of it
except it’s all very different
from what I remember
it’s more or less weathered
the wall’s still orange
the bricks are still painted red
the music’s never stopped
it’s still sympathetic
in this old coffee shop
where I once roamed
head over heels
with everyone, though
I know it’s hard to believe
Rosie’s staring back at me
judging as if to say,
welcome back old friend —
now get the hell out of dodge!
Getting there
I
know
they’re right.
I
just
can’t stop.
Not
here,
not now.
hearts
I love
their love
that is not mine
that isn’t meant to be
for anyone else
except their
hearts
it comes when it does
it comes in the night
in the morning while waking
it comes with a fright
sometimes without thinking
turns on like a light
or out somewhere drinking
when it does
it soothes with delight.
it comes after noon
in Ubers and cars
it comes now in June
in twilight and bars
I sit with the moon
and contemplate stars
when it does
I’m nearer than far.
it comes in the mourning
and pages of books
it comes without warning
in passerby who
look quiet and boring
it comes quite aloof
when it does, I’m
up on the roof.
it can not be forced
like lovers divorced
it does what it does
with little remorse
it comes like the wind
a powerful force
when it does
I can’t quite explain.
rand0m th0ught #117
make up your mind, or don’t
either way, someone out there
is making up theirs, so
best of luck
petty thieves
as my head grows tired
wicked thoughts persist
my handkerchief’s been stolen
by Oliver Twist, such grueling times
though we both know,
more gruel for the youngster
the farther he’ll go,
and what petty crimes
the slip of the tongue
but why dear boy, do you continue to run?
I’ve asked you first, now answer
me? It’s for my health, and body you see,
nobody likes a little cunt
nobody cares for the likes of us
so hand it over, my handkerchief? No
my boy, you’re not a thief,
I knew that then, like I know now
your common and good
as good allows,
what I request, you cannot see
it grows within both you and me
those wicked thoughts, hand them over
my head’s now clear, fine and sober
and promise this, all right you first?
no this is not me at my worst,
so why don’t I? well why don’t you?
it’s yours to keep, yes that will do,
you’re right, perhaps I couldn’t see
the horror that in my defeat
is pure of heart, is yours is mine
both petty thieves in our own time
rand0m th0ught #116
people, will always remind you, whether for them or yourself, how to hang your head
Words Of An Average White Male 