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At the end of the day
I am nothing but
sweat and fat
and bad breath
and poems
strewn out among sage
and corkscrew, lighter, and coffee mug
wine and love for it all
all the things that I have carried
and still carry till this day
another night
another light
twinkling in the Friday night hysteria
of weekend fun
unseen.
I fell in love with myself
over and over and out again
until all there was was an
Open Cavity
beat beat beating down the block
beating and always beating
even when it stopped
I fell in love with myself and
that Rocket-shaped mailbox.
We are all our own genius
aren’t we? Self-help tells us
to be selfless while the world
tells us to be tough
slowly, gradually
like a surgeon’s steel
picking apart pieces
of our sanity like a game
of Operation. We are all
children at heart, aren’t we?
When our nose’s glow red
and hairs stand on end
while our souls ignite like kerosene
flailing our arms in ecstasy
remembering the truth which
from birth was wiped clean
like a board of chalk.
We’re always trying to get that
message back, that message which
in a world or man and steel and greed
can only exist as long as love at first sight
where in the morning she lay
soundlessly asleep, bound to no one
her genius in my memory forever.
We mustn’t shy away from fear
but rather dive face first
into it’s claws letting it tear our flesh
from cheek to chin and gnaw
on our skulls if not only to
release ourselves from our mind
whose eye is so often filled with fear.
What’ll it be
said the man
on the stand
to the reflection
looking very grim
sunken eyes
of redemption
come on come on
choose our next addiction
this time though
be aware
aware of my remission
I know I know
what fun is there in that
hell why don’t we find out
it’s either or perhaps
I’ve given you the right
that now I’m taking back
the will to fight the urge
I know that’s what I lack
so taking down the mirror
with no one staring back
the man poured the reflection
with ice into his glass
he calmly took a sip
one more than another
and when the glass was empty
to him it did not bother
just one more
thought the man
understanding his reflection
it’s up to you to choose
affliction or redemption.
However many backward steps
you take today
tomorrow
take that many steps further along the way
because not everyday is a good one
nor is everyday bad, you see
I knew a man no different than
any other shapeless face
who kept on stepping backward
day after day after week after year
until he’d completely lost his way
you see, an inch becomes a foot
and a foot becomes a mile
it’s backward or forward that separates
the man from the grave.
Man will never miss a chance
to kill another man
even in times of peace and relative
prosperity man will always find a way.
It’s a tired tale but we read it everyday.
Man oh man can’t we find another way?
It’s a shame
how much more
I need all of them
the one’s I have loved
when I break they bend
made not of wood
or stone just amends
a man on his knees
who now understands
the difference between
women and men
is the woe that binds
two hearts like a thread.
At the end of the day
here you are
in a box
with dirty thoughts
tired but unable to sleep
strong but ever so weak
hungry unable to eat
fierce but intolerably meek
crazy isn’t it
how four walls is all it takes
to drive a sane man mad
and a madman sane.
It’s not the drink
that kills the man
it’s the man
that kills the man
like an unbiased observer
the drink is just company
waiting for the man
to either come to his senses
or drink a little more.
Words Of An Average White Male 