It’s much easier to lie
in the afternoon light,
steady’s the humming
bird that takes flight.
Oh whispering wind
forgive me tonight,
how flirting with death
has been a delight.
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Our Current Social Dilemma
We went from public displays of affection
Straight to public displays of everything
Now leaving nothing to the imagination
Embracing it all, then apologizing for it after.
It’s like some convoluted social stream of consciousness
That forms a figure eight of disingenuous pandering
One which tastes to a choir of social unrest
Like change, its value null, when in reality it’s all just
As sad and dull as high school sex.
My studio by the sea
The incense
Cigarette smoke
The neighbors next door racket
The dirt, the grime
Reminds me of Grove Street
And Mac, sleeping
Angelic snores from a lofted bed
Where I sat, idle in the morning
Last nights memory a circus
Holding my piss, hungry
Waiting for Forest to finish his shower
So as I could relieve myself
And head back to Long Island
Where I’d dream of dying
In my studio by the sea
Being Yourself
People always wanted you to be yourself,
except when you did, well
they didn’t like it all that much.
Broken Hearts
One day
When ready
I’ll tell you a story.
A story of a boy
Who never stopped running.
I’m just not ready
To break your heart.
Saying no and Saying yes
What I’ve learned over time
Through my own self sacrifice
Is simple, and it’s this:
Admitting when to say no
is just as important as
knowing when to say yes.
Our Gestation Period
When I found her like
a set of lost keys,
it was a mystery even to her
where she’d been hiding
or who left her there—but
I knew that look, as I’d worn once—
and it wasn’t me anymore.
So I let her sleep.
And I let her eat.
Then after her strength regained,
I walked her to the wood,
and watched her twirl with the wind—
of all that remained,
and all she’d forgotten—
like a dizzy spell I’d soon be too.
To understand one’s suffering
To understand one’s suffering
Is to understand our own,
Knowing causes pain—
But still with hope we try
To understand one’s suffering
Is to be on their side, regardless
Of the awful many cuts
Through the tenderness of night—
Their aim is (not) to heal
But still with hope we lie,
To understand one’s suffering(…)
Like fruit picked from a vine.
Walking in the desert of night
For once in this hell of a lifetime
I’m not calling anyone out—
Walking in the desert of night stars
With my own well being
I no longer glance behind—
Finally I realize there is nothing left behind
Nothing that isn’t worth looking forward to—
My soul is clean, my eyes are clear
I no longer cry for those I cannot save—
Saving myself, one step at a time.
These Veil Thin Times
What I’ll never have answers for
Happened in the split of a second
And broke me for a lifetime in two
I can pick up the pieces sometimes
Mostly I have the strength, except
These other sometimes when
It all comes pouring out, when words
Make sense just enough to suffer again
A little less each time, though time
Time is often wearing me veil thin—
Like a dusting of snow covers ice—
I’m that unsuspecting victim
Trudging through a never ending dreamscape
Sidestepping, cautious through life
Words Of An Average White Male 