What’s the point in asking the question
If your voice is already defeated
I’d go blind just trying to see it
You know everyone is trying to beat it—
If there’s pain then that means there’s a reason
If there’s truth then it’s hard to believe in
Still it’s hard not to relive this feeling
Where everyone everyone’s stealing—
It’s like selling your grief for a grievance
Why the hell would you even break even
Doing all we could to deceive them
It’s all wasted time wasting time healing—
It’s like playing pretend dressed in your skin
Or saying the pledge of allegiance
When there’s no one to please or believe in
It only matters as much as you mean it
Only in the slightest
Contradictions find us
Taking a piss in the back of a waiting
Little acts of violence
Testing the waters like leaving the bathtub
Full of standing water
Babies left to wander
Dipping our beaks in a pool not so shallow
Actions without reason
God I’ve got this feeling
Down like the old folks whose tennis balls are wearing out
Obligations find us
Contradictions bind us
Tight like a truckers hitch secured to nothin but
Ourselves if we’re willing
To hold someone who’s willing
To kick the creator for all the stupid shit we’ve been through
Everybody wants their own way
Standing on clouds there’s no reason to shout out loud
When everybody gets their own way
I can guarantee somebody won’t be pleased (laugh out loud)
You read my sadness
Word for word
Like I’m a novelty
Then put me down
Back in my place
Some oldtime tchotchke—
And I wonder how it feels,
Window shopping too?—
From the corner of my gladness
To the outskirts of your sadness
Where nothing is for certain
And no one is to blame
Except we don’t glimmer anymore
Or sparkle like we used to—
Ornamental at our best
Tokens from another life
Remember— oh brothers and sisters
that we are the philosophers of our time.
Us haggard poets of principle and measure,
no matter the plight must rise.
Through tears of understanding
with honest eyes do I
accept thy pleasure’s burden—
to see within our time.
Chipmunk on the hillside.
Perhaps Spring greetings
or conversation with a friend.
Two squirrel play
a fun little game of cat and mouse.
Both scurrying up the tree,
diving face first from branch to branch.
Like little cannons they shoot
back and forth between tree limbs.
One wagging it’s tail, the other
feigning ignorance, like two lovers
they quarrel, never knowing really
who’s cat, and who’s mouse.
Or what started all this in the first place.
I’ll tell you a story.
A story of a boy
Who never stopped running.
I’m just not ready
To break your heart.
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.