Poem

Wonder Years

The wonder years are over
Hunger’s part of the process
A one-liner can strike a chord
A two-liner can start this
Process over [Stop the presses!
Halt the nonsense!
Get back on a train to conscience!]

I have to work twice as hard to stay as strong as I was yesterday
Were these underwear always brown?
I don’t think I can be myself anywhere, anytime
Now. Any time now I’ll decide what to do
With my life
Right? No – more likely I’ll just wait and simply live
To die

I can’t rite without wrhyming
I don’t care about spelling
I don’t care about smelling
Like I’m always dwelling on shit

I’m not a ball of anger anymore
I am just a ball
I learned to let the anger go
Now I’m fuckin old

Colossus

          A dog leftover from a love once lost
          A cold, dark morning in a long-lost cause
          Life is a series of mistakes   The cost of
          Feelings loom on you like confined colossuses

          Milk left on the counter
          A postcard on the fridge
          Everything goes sour
          When you mishandle it

Cream on the tip of your finger
Touched to the tip of your tongue…
Mistakes may just make
Twenty-four a
Terrible war
s wage inside your head
Colossus This  and colossus  That
Are clawing at your insides and
Trying to bust out of them

          …a postcard on the fridge
          Will not let you forget
          How quickly love can sour
          When you mishandle it…

You stand and you stare blankly
You down the milk 
And frankly
Don’t give a
Fuck

Milk left on the counter
Poured over and around your tongue
Cream on the tip of your finger…
Today’s a terrible one
A postcard on the fridge
Will not let you forget
How quickly love can sour
And then you’re

Puking
Your decision
Puking
Up your mind
Colossus feelings fighting
For a moment of your time
Collapsing by the dog who’s
Lapping at your puke
Magnets fall from the fridge
And the postcard 
drifts 

to 

you…

Then I walk in and find you
(I’m sorry, this part’s just a dream)
I look at you smiling
As your kitchen and your heart come clean
I crouch down and offer
A loving hand to lift you up
You reach  and   reach    and     stretch
And stretch
And then you wake 
Up…

Then you wake up
up Then you wake
wake up Then you
you wake up Then
Then you wake up

Staring at the postcard that landed by your head
Stained by milk mixed with blood.. pink what once was red
Just like all the roses that keep coming from him
Red when it was love 
Pink now that you’re friends

Nala

Sugar gives the world a shiny face
And it comes from your…

The queen of the jungle
          Your cunt rumbles
                    My brain

I am humbled
          By every touch of
                    It’s mane

Short sexy hairs
That cannot compare
To a single thing
I can think
Of

I’m in a daze
When you’re naked

I partake
The most masculine ways
To enslave
Your candy
To take it away
To a private place
Where I can lick it all day
Taste it all day
And fuck it 
All 
Day

And then
When night lays…

Your silky, tasty ways are what make the stars stay
And wait
For another taste
A smile from your delicious place
Gives the world a
Shiny face

Sugar gives the world a shiny face
          Your candy coats my smile with a sexy glaze
                    The stars stick around for another taste
                              They want to lick it all day
                    Taste it all day
          And fuck
The queen of the jungle
          Your cunt rumbles 
                    My brain

Mid-Thirties

If I’m lucky I’m mid-aged,
Maybe I’ll hit it big and go a bit longer?

I work double to stay the same
It’ll have to be triple if I want to get stronger

When I look ahead, I see their future
None within, none of it’s mine
I wish I had
a problem with that
But really? This is fine

I still smile back at some history
And piece by piece I pick off the edge
Everyone else can dwell in detail
While I construct a showcase for best

Then when I die
Something will stand
Glistening in my empty space…
A big ol’ metaphorical dick
That’ll stuff itself right in your face

The ? is

Now that I’m
Halfway down the path
And along the way I missed the signs
Am I half dead? Or am I only half alive?

Everything Was Better

Everything was better when you were here
I can’t seem to shake this confusion.  This fear
Cripples my mind – I have no ideas
Everything was better when you were here.

There are too many rules now
I can’t pause for break
Without wasting precious life
One mistake
Could send me back to the fucking stone age
Locked behind bars – the law is my fate
But when free, the law’s my fate anyway
I cannot control my life
It’s strange
How strangers wrote the rules
Without me
And yet I just accept the values
Of people who lived when I wasn’t born
Much less learned
Much less aware of the problems that burn
And create this confused and luminous fear

Everything was better when you were here