seems poetic enough
so wipe away the tears
and walk the lonely trail
like the heart-shield was
made for more;
oh how soon you’ll drill
into yourself after spotting
the moon, on rum.
The feeling sinks well
like an anchor into sea, but
aloneness’s casted tell
ain’t worth no misery.
On the cement court they follow,
in my yard with folden hand,
where i was though to be a savior
with every grain of sand.
I’ll follow you into the closet
like country and journey-men
so long as you tell me
we can make it to the end.
I’m neither here nor there
i just happen to be a one
and it’s getting all too out of hand.
it’s getting all too cold and late and quiet
i can no longer be your man.
i can’t live life for you like you can.
Worry me none with your absence
I’ll take the plunge into common sense
where i once taught swimming lessons
to a lover who still can’t swim.
She’s left me now forever,
gone from my back door.
Her friends told her through brandy
that what once was, could be more.
Now we’re both here empty handed
still no more than we were
like every ancient wanting,
screaming for what’s ignored.
reading my own poems
i seem to be stealing from myself
with all of these wants…
oh well fuck it. lies don’t seem too bad now.
There’s no difference between them and what “is”.
Sure it all feels real, but we all really know what is.
black coffee life
babe it’ll be alright
just release valve your life
it’s sweat like cinnamon
and will decrease the pressure you got
it’s like a fuckin’ dream on ritalin
go with the freak out, overdose on vitamins
everything is vying for attention &
i’ve become OM
the bringer of Light & Love