Lost in the sauce
All of you
Especially that uber driver
He actually jumped the curb
Not an ounce of awareness
Not one
The lot of you
Fall down
Stumble around
Through life
Like a pinball
I’ll watch from here
I’d laugh but it isn’t funny
You are everything
Does that scare you?
The air i breathe
The ground i walk on
Every thought
Everything i eat
You
My heart threatens to fail
When i think of life without you
I dont think i could go on
Seriously
People move on
When significant others pass on
But even the imagination
Of one day without you
If you ceased to exist
It’s so overwhelming
I cant even go there
My heart would literally break
IN HALF
It would
Ive never felt anyone
More than i feel you and you me
Your beauty
It hurts.
The moth flies free
It flies sporadically
But…
Does it know where it’s going?
On a hot summer night
It seems to lose it’s way.
It flitters in through the open door.
Sigh
Poor moth
Poor, poor moth
This is the beginning of the end
My dear friend.
If you pinch the silky, powdery wings
Between two fingers
They turn to dust.
Tattered and fragile
Floating through the room
You cup your hands around it
And it flutters free to roam
It hovers, flickers and suspends
It finds solace
Behind a curtain
On the ceiling or the wall
And then it dies slowly.
Bukowski said “don’t try”
It’s etched on his headstone.
And he really didn’t
Really.
He just wrote one poem a day
As a rule
And off they went.
Mailed off to whoever
Whoever would listen.
(No one did)
He drank himself silly
And gave you the finger
But now I bet..I just bet..
I bet they wished they’d listened
Whatever.
Another brilliant artist
Shit on
If you use flowery language
Are abstract or use metaphors..
Then are you a poet?
And not before?
If you’re discussed in lectures
And analyzed to death..
Does that..does that make you a poet!?
If no one really knows
What you’re talking about
they can only guess or have theories or ideas
Then are you a poet?!
If you leave people wondering
And are never quite sure
Then what! What was it all for?
Seriously.
It’s a question
I act out
Constantly.
Will I ever grow up?
Everyone thinks I’m ten years younger
Than I really am.
Is it a blessing
Or is it a curse?
Who knows
Who fucking cares anyway.
You don’t even remember
The meaning of
Iambic pentameter
Or anything else from honors english
You’re a nobody
No one’s gonna read your words
(Seriously)
They won’t.
And you won’t read them either
Ever
(Out loud anyway)
You don’t have the guts
Scaredy cat.
Of everything.
So good.
Too good.
How can this be real?
Someone sent you here
Definitely
To watch me
No?
(Why else would you deal with the bullshit?)
I live in your shadow.
(Ive always lived in a shadow)
I’m nothing
A nobody
“You’ll never be famous”
(Bethany said that)
And she’s right.
Sadly.
Or even gladly
Cause who wants that anyway?
The ideas of grandeur
But the leaving life with a bang
(Could still happen)
Please..
Just let me leave this earth
Being remembered for something
By some one
Just one single person!
Even a tragedy would do
Ive been trying so hard
My entire life
To kill myself off
Subconsciously
(ive realized)
Ive done everything
I could think of!
Within reason of course.
I poke and I prod
Still!
To this very day
And i dare.
Test my boundaries
Fuck it
Try me
And what the fuck!?
I’m still god damn here.
I thought cats were pretty lucky
(Are they?)
They have nine lives, Yes.
And here we are
Trudging…
Reluctantly on..
Thru this life
And beyond and beyond and beyond
And it keeps going
It just keeps going on and on and on..
So this is who I am
Pass it on..
If you thought you knew me then
Well you really know me now.
There is no edit
And I can’t hide
I’m hard wired..
I’m too honest.
You have to know me!
Hear me!
Just listen
And then decide
Love me or leave me?
I always say.
(They usually leave)
They do!
And sometimes I can’t blame them.
You won’t ever forget tho.
You can’t.
Its impossible
Its impossible because..
I stick.
I feel victimized by you
Why would you talk to me that way?
I thought that i was being taken seriously.
My poetry?
You want to read it..?
Tell me what you think?
(Like i care)
Do i have a sign on my forehead..
That says..
MARRIED!!
Go ahead! Fuck with me?
I write. It’s not sexy.
(Necessarily)
Nothing i do is sexy.
I’m passionate.
It’s not the same.
Sorry if that does not translate.
I don’t care what you think
Or don’t
Think.
We’re all human.
I wont tell your wife
But you should go..
Get in bed with her
NOW.
I know that I’m pretty
And now i know that im naive
But i refuse to take the blame for this
You’re the coward, not me
Bait and switcher