I gave you yours
You gave me mine
The sewer’s innocent
We walked for miles
Time to time
In soles that didn’t fit
Our arms they fell like chandelier
The climax of a play
Then died like Dylan Thomas done
We knew no other way
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the difference
There is a fine line
between
kicking the habit
and kicking yourself
but don’t kick yourself,
kick the habit.
And if you can’t
then kick this can.
Kick it as far as you wish
but understand
that a can is just a can
and a habit is just a habit
but you, yourself, and I
are much stronger
than all that, and well
it’s so strange how
we are so much more
than we care to admit.
Ugh it makes me sick.
But there’s a fine line and
it all just depends
on who’s who
and what you choose
to live for.
The habit?
or
Yourself?
What’s important though
is to recognize
the difference in both.
obsessive compulsive culture
These are
obsessive compulsive times
in an even more
obsessive compulsive culture
so it’s no wonder
this obsessive compulsive content
isn’t anything more than
a like, swipe, and vine away
from disappearing.
VHS
A boy, four walls, a television set
what else more can one expect
a restless head, and evenings spent
on worthless puzzles, and VHS
tapes I watched, rewound and played
late past midnight, mornings, days
in a vault of body, mind
all to merely pass the time,
how good it felt, at that first glance
to fade into title sequence
and what a time it was to be
by oneself in harmony
caricatures care not to judge,
or fight, or fuss, nor try to budge
a troubled boy in troubled times
when credits roll, press rewind
rewind…
rewind..
rewind.
If, but there is no if
I, but there is no I
Could, but there is no could
Go, but there is no go
Back, but there is no back
I think
I would
press
Eject
Dire times as these.
In times like these
when nothing is longer shocking
than the president’s next tirade,
what more is there to write,
what more is there to speak of?
In such dire times as these
write more about love, it’s amazing, really
that love can exist,
in such dire times as these.
A quiet thought in deafening times.
Staring
into
space —
born
is
another
babe —
daydreaming
alone.
Words Of An Average White Male 