Yesterday’s Debts

I work today to pay yesterday’s debts
I pray for forgiveness too
Then draw in breaths to remind my body
What it’s like to feel goo d
I dribble the ball and pass it
I really want you to shoot
You need to know how to do this, I
Just need to survive this cruel
Adult brain
So full of debt
So full of hindlights beaming regret
On repayment
On forgiveness
Touchable things yet so distant
I feel like I can touch
The water bubbles rolling
Down those cheeks…

From
The people and the
Places
That I
Owe –
That’s where I go.

It’s like a had a hundred friends yesterday
Now I’m all alone.

To
The people and the
Places
That I
Owe –
You will know.

How much I always love you
Once the debtors fold.

Fart.

Arm in a Sling

This pain is really starting to hurt.
I am embarrassed in this shirt.
The book is never open.
The food is always frozen.

This pain is really starting to hurt.
I’m a bug unto this earth.
A loose tooth falls down my throat.
They say they love me. I say oh.

The butter’s really starting to churn.
Teachers try not to learn.
Duck, something’s flying for your head!
It isn’t truth. Truth is dead.

Toilet Not Taken: A Tribute

Two toilets diverged in a nasty bathroom,
And sorry I could not dump in both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it clogged in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as disgusting,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was nasty and wanted wear;
Though as for the asses passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In stains truckers trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a fart
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two toilets diverged in a nasty bathroom, and I—
I took the one less besmirched by,
And that has made all the difference.

If it isn’t already abundantly obvious, this poem is an ode to the Robert Frost classic: A Road Not Taken.  I’m sure he appreciates it.