If there’s blue sky in my future
Give it to me soon
These days have been a meathook
Mourning until noon
Seems things will never change
So don’t blame me if I do
If there’s blue sky in my future
I owe it all to you
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GAP Dream
This is all very blah—
Picking apart the day
like grey hairs uninvited.
The people wait in line
for frappe’s and creamsicles
dripping wet from leaky faucet
mouths of children half asleep.
And mom’s mother Mary Annette
dangling her strings from crooked joints
to anyone who will listen,
even the kids tune her out.
And boredom spread like smiles
over reluctant father’s faces
who’d kill to keep their family safe,
and at the same time be anywhere but.
What a time to be alive, says the old man
generic in his enthusiasm,
talking nowhere, you know back in my day—
Nickels. Dimes. And War.
It’s no wonder there’s limits on parking
and aspects of life we don’t bring up,
and crystal balls and metaphysical shops
selling peace of mind for change.
This is all very blah—I know,
it’s just someone’s wearing GAP Dream,
the same perfume she used
to remove me from her skin
on car rides home
before either of us could drive.
A Park Bench Semester
I used to skip class in the city
and sit with homeless in the park.
I just didn’t understand and
it gave me anxiety headaches
trying to relate to my peers.
The men there didn’t say much,
they just mulled over my presence
and respected my silent hour.
I got an A that semester.
My instructor even praised my final—
some interview I rushed, and
it was there I found
How silly it all was.
And how little I’d have to try—
It’s like I didn’t have to be there at all
and it would all keep moving.
It would all be weightless
and either way in debt
To my semester
In the park
…
Words I Can’t Engage
Baby I’m not bad news I’m
just full of empty space
If you’re the rope then I’m the noose
you’ll tie then say my grace
Would you agree I came too soon
like mornings sunken face
When hopes and dreams were plentiful
since then I’ve been replaced—
By what our mothers told us not
to worry, we were young
For what our fathers griped about
at home when they were done
It wasn’t them but us who felt
their pains of growing old
Now adults we’re much younger than
their hands which we still hold—
Cause baby you’re the good news I’ve
been keeping from myself
It’s for the best, regardless yet
I’ll wish then wish you well
And if by chance there’s room enough
to hang around a while
It’s there they’ll say it’s quite a shame
what an awful, gentle smile
An Existential Quandary
I’m embarrassed to admit
this fear that something’s missing
Since all the time I’ve spent
remembering who isn’t
Remembering me now
I’m stuck here in the present
Which presently is null
and void of all discretion
Like looking towards tomorrow when
tomorrow never comes
Or existing at a party and
avoiding everyone
It’s like staring into nowhere
just wanting to be
Anywhere but somewhere
with anyone but me
David and Goliath: Unconquerable Giants
I’m not big enough to change
What’s written in the stars
Said David to Goliath
He did it from afar
It’s stones that I have plenty
Just not the kind that thrill
I’ve excavated many
Just looking for a kill
There’s no use in complaining
We pantomime by choice
I’d scream if I was faking
Like using someone’s voice
Now I’ve a chance to change
What’s burned this hollow heart
To see Goliath fall
Must David too depart?
The Alternate Side
Now are the days I swallow hard
And hold back midnights tongue
While nothingness takes nothing
From me or anyone’s time distilled
Like water through soil and grief
Now are the days I collect
Water down and look forward to
The alternate side of things
Now This…
Nobody figures this out
No reason to fear and or doubt
I collect my peace in the park
In front of my face and afar
The trouble with trouble’s remote
Held in the wrong hands it’s a joke
This handshake of failure’s sublime
It comes when it goes then it’s mine
Your reason to reason is pure
When nothing means everything more
If shadows could turn back the time
I’d forever close tight my eyes
So when it seems home is a liar
Your answer is null unrequired
No reason to fear and or doubt
Cause nobody figures this out
Broken Hearts in Four Parts
Give me a second just to catch my breath
You’re cold as the Winter gonna catch your death
Each morning’s a race you better hold me down
I watch as you paint away your lovers frown—
Night falls quicker when you try to conceive
Words without action make you hard to believe
Was my first impression just a go around
Replaced by the fiction of this hippie town—
Excuse my suggestion for removing hearts
Release this suspension and we fall apart
Her name’s in your mouth like a cherry twist
My faith felt outsmarted by your lovers kiss—
So give me a second my world’s upside down
Revolving around this fucking city now
A due course of action is a simple fix
It’s easy to see now that I’m not transfixed
A Handful Of Change
You call me collect, just to use
A handful of change
It’s ok I guess, it’s just I’m
Hung up with nothing to say
Except that I’m happy
You’re having a beautiful day
I don’t regret much, you were right
When you said I’d have no one to blame—
You accept this call, I accept
The charges in which to exclaim
In keeping my distance, I’m not
Trying to push you away
It’s just that I’m not, feeling so hot
And I’d rather you not feel this way
How was my trip, I forgot
But still I’ll tell you it was okay—
I call it roulette, when you rush in
To nickel and dime
It’s one thing to bet, getting old
It’s a waste of our time
When you look upset, I swear
It should be a capitol crime
I cheated the house, to collect
The change you took that was mine
Words Of An Average White Male 