Nobody
changes.
We just learn
to limit
who we allow
in our lives
according to
their anxiety
provoked.
Don’t get me wrong
people can change
but
nobody changes
the way
you want them to,
nor should they
unless…
Nah, nobody
changes.
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the friends I had
The older I get
the more I appreciate
the friends I had
in my formative years
who were fun, jovial, excited
who were wild, eager, and never boring
who never gave a damn
whether or not
life was right or wrong
who just kept singing and
keep on singing
3,000 miles east and
even when I’m out of tune
I’m still fondly listening
to the chorus.
—karma’s a bitch—
I woke up today
glad that I did
with crippling
back pain and
Tylenol fix
but as I sit here now
heat pack in place
hardly able to walk
drink without chase
—karma’s a bitch—
but I’m glad I woke up
if just now to say
I’m glad I woke up
regardless the pain.
this one.
You can’t win
because it’s life
and there’s
nothing to win
just death
and then
whatever it is
you believe
will happen next.
For me I’ll be
reincarnated
to live
another life.
I just hope it’s
as strange
and weird
and cruel
and wonderfully
disastrous as
this one.
Maybe one
with less love
and more
true love.
Maybe not.
something sweet.
It’s been a long
sour day
that I’ve been
sucking on
Cracking
my teeth
chewing rocks
and trying
to care
I’m better than this
but as I said
it’s been a long
sour day
Looking forward
to tomorrow
tonight even
for something sweet.
private little worlds
All of us
buried deep
in our private little worlds
so sure that
something
is bound
to give.
alone and warm and aware
The sun is warm on my face
grey shadow upon wood grain
stuck somewhere between
sympathy and harmony
with the universe
and where a headache should be
there is none
and where a heart should be
there is stone
and where I should be
there is shadow
alone and warm and aware
cast too across wood grain with
the closing doors of another work shift.
and CHEERS
Like a knife
slides
warm through butter
so gently does her hand
into mine
telling me all
I need to know
about her character
and it takes all my courage
not to melt
with the toast
she proceeds to deliver
glasses raised
and CHEERS
go our spirits
together
down the hatch
spread eagle
she’s tolerant
thin
and warm
irresistibly open
like a wound
gapes
breathing in
and out
then in then out
we go
through the empty streets
at dawn
searching, always searching
for the next.
3:08
3:08
and I’m happy.
Not the smiling sort of
tell-all happy but
the breathing in the moonlight
kind of easiness,
just being, barely conscious
and willing to be free.
And
it’s 3:12 now
and shit,
you know how it goes.
a clear blue morning
flesh
against
flesh
against
flesh
against
flesh
against
sheets
pulled over
a clear blue
morning.
Words Of An Average White Male 