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So it’s your last day, aye!
Then you’re off the hook,
sayonara! ur revoir!
c’est la vie!
365 days of poetry
is no minor feat, especially
the third time around, Geez—
to say your daily musing will be missed
would be an understatement, I admit
I’m guilty of my daily dose, except—
Char, you’ve got moxie.
(“and that’s what I appreciates most about you”)
So when the clock strikes twelve
full of champagne cheer, Hark!
Hear, Hear! That firework’s for you
and a happy, Happy New Year!
now dazzling light
explores my vision
with daylight eyes
i see
this stream
knows everything i don’t
it flows — i listen
i considered conversation
but knew that she’d be trouble
so i settled for another round
and another till she disappeared—
then back to my vacancy, i went
glad.
if i could live with someone’s hope
forever till we part
i’d at least be able to see
beyond the ashes on my fingertips
and the cough tucked under-sleeve,
perhaps then maybe i could sleep?
longer than it takes to wake and find
who i’m not, or who i’d rather be—
cause it’s such a drag to smile
then to give a laughing nod,
that even when i do it’s like
my mind just says enough—
so when sitting becomes quiet
with my shadow and the curb
i hear within the darkest corner
that hope i don’t deserve.
and if i know you well enough
i know you’ll disagree,
still hopelessly devoted to
this god damn ghost of me.
and it’s hardly ever good enough
in retrospect you’ll see
that hope distilled in all of us
is that in which i bleed—
with the sun in my eyes—
in they come and
out they go,
these spirits wrapped
in skin-clothes.
whether drinking coffee
sipping wine, or
devouring slices of pie
they come in droves
regardless of the day.
and I only wonder
about them
for as long as my cup ring
takes to disappear,
by that time they’ve too.
then it’s back to my text
of peace and war
full of satire, humor
and the ambiguity between.
while I’m left thinking—
sex sounds good, but
banana cream pie sounds better.
it’s beautiful really
how nobody gets what they want
yet everyone gets what they deserve.
everyone’s gotta act so tough
when they know nothing of that’s pure
everyone’s gotta be so right
nobody has time anymore to be unsure.
well, I’ve given the better half of my existance
over explaining myself and inconsistent
I admit—but we play the parts we choose.
and I haven’t an apology left except
that one for myself, left by myself
for all those times I became the pillow,
the pillow to cushion the fall—
see after I gave up wanting to be saved
I realized that all that time, I was the cause
of all those wasted nights.
of all those broken mornings
picking up the pieces of myself
and cutting my hands on those of another.
it’s ugly really
how vulnerability’s questioned, but never heard.
how weakness is hardened, rather than healed.
how it feels happier to be alone
in the company of strangers,
than unrecognizable in the company you keep.
it all becomes so ugly
that it’s beautiful.
Some days it’s a blessing
Others it’s a curse
Today’s a bit of both
I’ll only make it worse—
Perhaps this awful feeling’s
A 50/50 split
We balance our emotions
Like Humpty Dumpty did
But come on little Lucy
Fairies don’t exist
The sky ain’t full of diamonds
Your LSD is shit
If proof deserves a reason
I’m aimless as a kid
The message in the pavement
It’s cold covered in spit—
On days that it’s a blessing
Send someone for the hearse
When truth sounds like confession
On those days it’s a curse
It wasn’t ever fun
Even when it lasted
There was always hidden
A motive and agenda
Something I couldn’t figure from afar—
I needed microscopic certainty
That I’d have to disappear
In order to remember—
For them to forget—
That either of us had ever existed
I haven’t seen you in a long time, to be frank I’m enjoying the silence.
I can’t commit to the truth it lies, cause it feels kind of like we are dying.
If I made you blue, I never wanted to.
It’s just love and our love never wasn’t.
There’s disappointment in her eyes, as he speaks she echos with silence.
Neither one is good at goodbyes still they always seem to be trying.
I will remember you, if you remember too.
It’s just love and our love never wasn’t, it’s just love and our love never wasn’t.
There’s a melody, in a harmony.
It’s just love and our love never wasn’t.
He sang to her a lullaby, she did all she could to stop crying.
They fell asleep in the moonlight, just two heartstrings played on violin.
Some day you’ll see, in a memory.
It’s just love and our love never wasn’t.
Words Of An Average White Male 