Pieces
the world for us is always about to end
but if everything is going to hell anyway
than what good is redemption gonna do us in these last minutes
while we are bonded in temptation
degenerate desires wrapped around our necks
scarves of ill repute
when the angels come out tonight to light our sickened souls
we will be waiting
broken bottles at our feet
broken dreams between our teeth
abusing ourselves in search of what can never be found
we can't wait for serendipity
so we take matters into our own hands
and as we sort through the pieces
we find nothing worth saving
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
Buying Razors
she would only use a razor twice
before she'd pass it on to me
her skin was too soft
my skin is aged leather
tough from the sun
from the acne as a youth
from getting my face punched in
from walking miles in the cold out of boredom
i don't use cream
or any other sort of lather
i just run the hot water
splash some on my face
and go to work
i can use the same razor for weeks before i switch to a new one
my skin is tough
but now that she's gone
and i have to start buying my own again
it is pathetic how soft i am
she would only use a razor twice
before she'd pass it on to me
her skin was too soft
my skin is aged leather
tough from the sun
from the acne as a youth
from getting my face punched in
from walking miles in the cold out of boredom
i don't use cream
or any other sort of lather
i just run the hot water
splash some on my face
and go to work
i can use the same razor for weeks before i switch to a new one
my skin is tough
but now that she's gone
and i have to start buying my own again
it is pathetic how soft i am
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
The Ventriloquist
when the rest of the world seemed so distant
and the invisibility of god was too much to fathom
i turned to a puppet
a stuffed brown dog i had named Grover
i confided in him earnestly
and he listened
offering respite in the solitude of my boyhood
i saw him as a friend
i saw him as real
confided in him
trusted him
until one evening
when reality set upon to my chagrin
and the illusions of my youth were obliterated
at that moment
i saw only a toy
between my face and my right hand
pulled him from my fingers
and tossed him across the dark of my bedroom
i cried deeply that night
for i had lost a friend
and was truly alone
Don't Let The Sun Rise On An Empty Cup
whatever i am to be tomorrow
i will not be thirsty
if it rains
i will drink
if it floods
i will drink more
make the most of this water
guzzle it deeply tonight
and for as many nights as you find yourself
immersed in the juice of life
for one day
and no one knows when that day will come
the body will only find drought
whatever i am to be tomorrow
i will not be thirsty
if it rains
i will drink
if it floods
i will drink more
make the most of this water
guzzle it deeply tonight
and for as many nights as you find yourself
immersed in the juice of life
for one day
and no one knows when that day will come
the body will only find drought
Monday, December 29, 2014
The Beauty of Masturbation
the lavish liberty of lust
unbound in the salacity of self
a lover may take too long
or doesn't take long enough
a lover may manipulate you
keep you hostage in a prison of insecurity
always guessing how you measure up
bathing alone
water running warm
imagination burning hot
ravishing scenarios of carnality bursting
without trepidation
without the discomfort of doubt
just you
your desires
and no one to make you feel like you need to apologize
the lavish liberty of lust
unbound in the salacity of self
a lover may take too long
or doesn't take long enough
a lover may manipulate you
keep you hostage in a prison of insecurity
always guessing how you measure up
bathing alone
water running warm
imagination burning hot
ravishing scenarios of carnality bursting
without trepidation
without the discomfort of doubt
just you
your desires
and no one to make you feel like you need to apologize
This Is Alone
as we listen the cacophony of caprice
we grow lost in the shambles of our own unmaking
we look to the heavens but they are empty
we look for god but it does not exist
summon the devil but he doesn't answer
scrolling through the list of contacts on a cellphone
we look for anyone who can help
no one can
and eventually we realize
we are on our own
as we listen the cacophony of caprice
we grow lost in the shambles of our own unmaking
we look to the heavens but they are empty
we look for god but it does not exist
summon the devil but he doesn't answer
scrolling through the list of contacts on a cellphone
we look for anyone who can help
no one can
and eventually we realize
we are on our own
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Let's Go!
the anticipation was staggering before a punk show
rifling through the closet for that perfect outfit
a faded Misfits tee
and my black leather jacket
but the shows were always a disappointment
as the girls would only talk to the bands
and the bands didn't talk to the fans
and the fans didn't talk to the fans
i wound up against the wall
never listening to the music as much as
i was lamenting not being the one playing it
and when the vocalists would rant between songs
posture during their sets
it always made me realize why i loved Joey Ramone
so much
stoic and strong at the front of the stage
he stood by his mic like it was his partner in a storm
and they weren't going to let anything happen to each other
showmanship is overrated
attitude is overrated
punk rock is overrated
The Ramones were more than that
more than rock stars
more than gods
they
were the reason i got into this music
and came to these shows
and when i would look around
at any given show of another band
all i could think was that
"nobody is The Ramones"
the anticipation was staggering before a punk show
rifling through the closet for that perfect outfit
a faded Misfits tee
and my black leather jacket
but the shows were always a disappointment
as the girls would only talk to the bands
and the bands didn't talk to the fans
and the fans didn't talk to the fans
i wound up against the wall
never listening to the music as much as
i was lamenting not being the one playing it
and when the vocalists would rant between songs
posture during their sets
it always made me realize why i loved Joey Ramone
so much
stoic and strong at the front of the stage
he stood by his mic like it was his partner in a storm
and they weren't going to let anything happen to each other
showmanship is overrated
attitude is overrated
punk rock is overrated
The Ramones were more than that
more than rock stars
more than gods
they
were the reason i got into this music
and came to these shows
and when i would look around
at any given show of another band
all i could think was that
"nobody is The Ramones"
Be Tender In Your Travels
before you decide where you're going
before you buy the ticket
before you pack anything else in your luggage
be sure not to forget your kindness
you will need it
no matter what part of the world you find yourself in
accepted more widely than American Express
Visa
and MasterCard
better than cash
it cannot be traded for goods
and services
but it can get you a helluva lot
before you decide where you're going
before you buy the ticket
before you pack anything else in your luggage
be sure not to forget your kindness
you will need it
no matter what part of the world you find yourself in
accepted more widely than American Express
Visa
and MasterCard
better than cash
it cannot be traded for goods
and services
but it can get you a helluva lot
Friday, December 26, 2014
The Impatience of Winter
A bleak winter day has come to me
with one rose alive in it's hand.
I am asked when spring will set it free,
when the leaves will return to the tree,
and more roses will bloom in the land.
I say to be patient with the sun;
it has done the same for many years.
The cold, I promise, will soon be done;
flowers will bud, many more than one.
Do not let this snow burden your tears.
A bleak winter day nods 'cause it knows
I am the last to fashion a lie.
Deep in the frozen dirt it's hope grows
for a partner to pair with it's rose;
waits for the sun to burst through the sky.
A bleak winter day has come to me
with one rose alive in it's hand.
I am asked when spring will set it free,
when the leaves will return to the tree,
and more roses will bloom in the land.
I say to be patient with the sun;
it has done the same for many years.
The cold, I promise, will soon be done;
flowers will bud, many more than one.
Do not let this snow burden your tears.
A bleak winter day nods 'cause it knows
I am the last to fashion a lie.
Deep in the frozen dirt it's hope grows
for a partner to pair with it's rose;
waits for the sun to burst through the sky.
We Have To Share The Stars
when they planet we all live on
turns away from the sun
the bejeweled sky is there for us all to see
light from hundreds of years ago
echo onto us
and every one of us can look up
see a small bit of the universe in which all
is
a man cannot horde the stars all to himself
but
if he could
just like land
just like the food supply
just like wealth
he would
when they planet we all live on
turns away from the sun
the bejeweled sky is there for us all to see
light from hundreds of years ago
echo onto us
and every one of us can look up
see a small bit of the universe in which all
is
a man cannot horde the stars all to himself
but
if he could
just like land
just like the food supply
just like wealth
he would
Thursday, December 25, 2014
What I Won't Be Willing To Give
to have this moment back
years from now
as i recollect on this poem
on this night
it's insignificance shattered with reminiscence
tonight
i miss the days gone by
and years from now
i still will
tonight
i miss the loves i have lost
and years from now
i still will
but years from now
in so many ways i cannot possibly fathom at this moment
i will miss tonight
to have this moment back
years from now
as i recollect on this poem
on this night
it's insignificance shattered with reminiscence
tonight
i miss the days gone by
and years from now
i still will
tonight
i miss the loves i have lost
and years from now
i still will
but years from now
in so many ways i cannot possibly fathom at this moment
i will miss tonight
A Reindeer Named Cancer
my grandma was hit too
and now it's been ten years of
Christmas without her
i try and do the things that remind of her
play Christmas songs
eat green bean casserole
mention Jesus a few times
whether i'm a believer or
not
i do it for my grandma
to help keep her around in some way
but i do know she's gone
and the saddest thing
about someone being gone
after ten years
is you start to feel used to them not being there
my grandma was hit too
and now it's been ten years of
Christmas without her
i try and do the things that remind of her
play Christmas songs
eat green bean casserole
mention Jesus a few times
whether i'm a believer or
not
i do it for my grandma
to help keep her around in some way
but i do know she's gone
and the saddest thing
about someone being gone
after ten years
is you start to feel used to them not being there
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Don't Go By The Polls
a politician can never lose
always a banker to lend a hand
a lobbyist says "cut up the land"
a politician can't say no
to a new pair of shoes
a man of the people
debates to no end
a politician can not lack sleep
rested up and ready for the race
same arrogant, smug look on the face
a politician can't say no
to cameras and sheep
a man of the people
cares more for what's said
a politician lives long and well
in his home on the nice side of town
with his family, and payments down
a politician can't say no
to many things so swell
a man of the people
gets shot in the head
Skynyrd
the tuesday playlist for the local radio station
is a bit more predictable than it is on the other days
because there is one song
i know for sure
that i'm gonna hear
and myself
i'm just as predictable
my pensive moments triggered by familiar ballads
reading deeply into the lyricism of not-so-well spoken rock icons
thinking back to the moments of my youth that
were as hard to make it through as these
watching a movie with only my right eye
sophomore year in high school
because the left one was swollen shut
mom out with the devil knows who
contention growing between me and my step dad
the acne
the not fitting in
the not getting the girl
the not feeling hopeful for the future
i wish i could say that things have
changed
a lot
but
at least the acne went away
the tuesday playlist for the local radio station
is a bit more predictable than it is on the other days
because there is one song
i know for sure
that i'm gonna hear
and myself
i'm just as predictable
my pensive moments triggered by familiar ballads
reading deeply into the lyricism of not-so-well spoken rock icons
thinking back to the moments of my youth that
were as hard to make it through as these
watching a movie with only my right eye
sophomore year in high school
because the left one was swollen shut
mom out with the devil knows who
contention growing between me and my step dad
the acne
the not fitting in
the not getting the girl
the not feeling hopeful for the future
i wish i could say that things have
changed
a lot
but
at least the acne went away
Monday, December 22, 2014
My Hair Looks Good Today
looking at my reflection in the mirror i feel
confident that i have put together a fine wardrobe
a shave nothing short of swell
and my hair
however thinning
looks pretty good
just enough cologne to put a faint scent of spice in the air
clean boxers
polished shoes
and minty-fresh breath
yep
i'm lookin' sharp
so i doubt anyone will notice how horribly hopeless i feel
looking at my reflection in the mirror i feel
confident that i have put together a fine wardrobe
a shave nothing short of swell
and my hair
however thinning
looks pretty good
just enough cologne to put a faint scent of spice in the air
clean boxers
polished shoes
and minty-fresh breath
yep
i'm lookin' sharp
so i doubt anyone will notice how horribly hopeless i feel
Universal
when you cannot use your words
because you are gagged with doubt
and don't know what to say
know that
silence is okay
if the semantics are daunting
and the definitions are unclear
then be willing to hold your tongue
it won't go anywhere
if the waitress doesn't speak the same language
it's alright to point at the menu
but be smiling when you do
and tip well
always tip well
when you cannot use your words
use your love
because everyone understands love
There Was A Girl
i kept losing my breath
and it was good that way
i have never understood why this feeling walks with me
all i can do is hope for the moments
brief as they are
that i am able to get ahead of it
the first time i can remember doing so
was at my uncle's wedding reception in Springfield, Missouri
was at my uncle's wedding reception in Springfield, Missouri
a girl named Jess
wearing a light blue dress
danced the night away with me
i kept losing my breath
and it was good that way
if only i could have stayed on that dance floor
with her
i found out she died
about ten years ago
in her early twenties
from what
i don't know
but in my own small way
i do my best to keep her alive
i see the two of us
me
a fat kid in a grey tux
a fat kid in a grey tux
her
blonde and sweet in her light blue dress
blonde and sweet in her light blue dress
dancing
young
full of life
Hunt Only Roses
even if you find yourself in an endless field of weeds
even in the big dead desert
even if your hands stay empty
do not pick at the weeds
they are not why you hunt
fruitless as your reasons may seem
you hunt
not for the kill
but for the love of looking
so don't settle for a weed
keep looking
and if enough roses you never find
then
keep
looking
even if you find yourself in an endless field of weeds
even in the big dead desert
even if your hands stay empty
do not pick at the weeds
they are not why you hunt
fruitless as your reasons may seem
you hunt
not for the kill
but for the love of looking
so don't settle for a weed
keep looking
and if enough roses you never find
then
keep
looking
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Saturday, December 20, 2014
For All The Good Of The Day
for all the good of the day
she sought
the places where youths did play
a few kind words to say
a light to make her darkness grey
but none was found
nor could be bought
for all the good of the day
she searched
the places where lovers kiss
and laugh of that and this
so her malaise she could dismiss
but hours downed
she still felt hurt
for all the good of the day
she looked
inside her heart for delight
a love that offered might
to help her make it through the night
but tightly wound
her hands still shook
for all the good of the day
she sought
the places where youths did play
a few kind words to say
a light to make her darkness grey
but none was found
nor could be bought
for all the good of the day
she searched
the places where lovers kiss
and laugh of that and this
so her malaise she could dismiss
but hours downed
she still felt hurt
for all the good of the day
she looked
inside her heart for delight
a love that offered might
to help her make it through the night
but tightly wound
her hands still shook
Friday, December 19, 2014
A Selfish Kid Can Dream, Can't He?
if just one of these fuckin' bottles had a genie in there
with a couple rubs and a few wishes
i could really soup up this life of mine
i would wish first that i could type faster
so the poetry could just come spilling out of me
a bursting pipe of verse
next
i would wish for everlasting youth
so that i never had to worry about the days running out
and there would be all the time in the world to accomplish
what i'd like to accomplish
lastly
i would wish that i was less selfish
ehh
on second thought
scratch that third wish
money
i'll take money
if just one of these fuckin' bottles had a genie in there
with a couple rubs and a few wishes
i could really soup up this life of mine
i would wish first that i could type faster
so the poetry could just come spilling out of me
a bursting pipe of verse
next
i would wish for everlasting youth
so that i never had to worry about the days running out
and there would be all the time in the world to accomplish
what i'd like to accomplish
lastly
i would wish that i was less selfish
ehh
on second thought
scratch that third wish
money
i'll take money
Thursday, December 18, 2014
The Trinity
Charles
with his typewriter and bottles
a bluebird held hostage in his heart
all the women he wanted
all the jobs he didn't
and enough verse to soothe the madness
Joey
with his fist pumping in the air
long black hair draping over his shades
a heart so full of love that
even in his last days he told us
not to worry about him
Nina
with her piano
queen of the sad angels
her shivering voice come to earth
to shame the evil doers
and offer respite to the broken lonely hearts
in these three souls
i have found my church
Charles
with his typewriter and bottles
a bluebird held hostage in his heart
all the women he wanted
all the jobs he didn't
and enough verse to soothe the madness
Joey
with his fist pumping in the air
long black hair draping over his shades
a heart so full of love that
even in his last days he told us
not to worry about him
Nina
with her piano
queen of the sad angels
her shivering voice come to earth
to shame the evil doers
and offer respite to the broken lonely hearts
in these three souls
i have found my church
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Hey Baby, Wanna Make A Mistake?
last call is only twenty minutes away
so if we don't act soon
no matter how much vodka we've drank tonight
it will not have been enough
to blur our blemishes when the ugly lights come on
so let's order one more
down it quick
and get back to your place
before we start to think with reason
last call is only twenty minutes away
so if we don't act soon
no matter how much vodka we've drank tonight
it will not have been enough
to blur our blemishes when the ugly lights come on
so let's order one more
down it quick
and get back to your place
before we start to think with reason
Dwight And Dee
Gramma was in Kansas City for a few weeks
visiting uncle Dan
seventeen
fresh on the sauce
house to myself
i got shitty and sad every night
listening to a Dwight Yoakam ballad on repeat
until i got shittier
and started punching the air to Twisted Sister songs
now
i have calmed and moderated quite a bit since then
but
i still rock that playlist sometimes
Gramma was in Kansas City for a few weeks
visiting uncle Dan
seventeen
fresh on the sauce
house to myself
i got shitty and sad every night
listening to a Dwight Yoakam ballad on repeat
until i got shittier
and started punching the air to Twisted Sister songs
now
i have calmed and moderated quite a bit since then
but
i still rock that playlist sometimes
573-
i was four years old when i dialed
from a Randall's payphone
for the first time
a number i will never forget
i pressed each number with determination
listening to the corresponding tone of each
with wonder and pride
finally i pressed the last
and it began to ring
two rings
and then
a voice answered
a voice i will never forget
i was four years old when i dialed
from a Randall's payphone
for the first time
a number i will never forget
i pressed each number with determination
listening to the corresponding tone of each
with wonder and pride
finally i pressed the last
and it began to ring
two rings
and then
a voice answered
a voice i will never forget
To Beat The Stillness
one must move
shake the martini until
it is as blended as the blood
of ancestry
rock the boat
and if it capsizes
be ready to swim
run deep into the abyss
shouting at the top your lungs
toward the stones
they will crack
mountains fall at the deafening echo of
your heart
an avalanche to bury the stillness
remains of idleness beneath a grave of rubble
and a tombstone that reads:
"Here lies the aftermath of one never unmoved"
one must move
shake the martini until
it is as blended as the blood
of ancestry
rock the boat
and if it capsizes
be ready to swim
run deep into the abyss
shouting at the top your lungs
toward the stones
they will crack
mountains fall at the deafening echo of
your heart
an avalanche to bury the stillness
remains of idleness beneath a grave of rubble
and a tombstone that reads:
"Here lies the aftermath of one never unmoved"
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
The Compass
what she says has gravity
a truth that pulls you closer to the ground
brings your feet to meet the earth and demands you walk a mile
in your own shoes
and see that the toe is starting to crack a bit
your footwear is not impervious to doubt
nor is your destination
but when judgement is cast it is up to you
to either let bitterness overwhelm you to a point where you stand still
or to truly examine your direction
and there is nothing wrong with turning around
going back the other way
it is your path
any
way
it goes
so when she forces you to take a look at it
and you see you are indeed traveling the direction you desire
you should feel fortunate to have a heart that works well
as a compass
as a compass
Monday, December 15, 2014
A Shadow In The Night
i remember being lost in your streets
unable to properly pronounce their names
i was a shadow in the night when i first came to you
over the years i learned you well
better than many
not only the streets and their names
but the alleys
the bike paths
the short cuts
the back of my hand
you are the city after my own heart
my first
my true
my only
which is why it was so hard every time i left you
a shadow in the night
i remember being lost in your streets
unable to properly pronounce their names
i was a shadow in the night when i first came to you
over the years i learned you well
better than many
not only the streets and their names
but the alleys
the bike paths
the short cuts
the back of my hand
you are the city after my own heart
my first
my true
my only
which is why it was so hard every time i left you
a shadow in the night
Sunday, December 14, 2014
It Takes A Certain Courage
let me brave myself for another day
for i am convinced that out there somewhere is a moment of peace
worthy of all the pangs in the pile
let me have the strength to bear this body
this face
this soul
for i have no options for others
and i am not ready to give up on the beauty
just yet
give me the clarity to look into the night sky
and see how small i juxtapose against it
but let me bask in the sheer enormity of my heart
A Good Listener
the platitudes of peace are always here
but i never am
i am out there in the muck of madness
out of mind and stuck inside it
all at once
i try to hear you
but my own voice is so loud in my head
the volume grows deafening as it raves on
and on
until i have seemingly no choice but to listen
the platitudes of peace are always here
but i never am
i am out there in the muck of madness
out of mind and stuck inside it
all at once
i try to hear you
but my own voice is so loud in my head
the volume grows deafening as it raves on
and on
until i have seemingly no choice but to listen
Friday, December 12, 2014
2015: A Year of Low Expectations
humbled in the presence of clouds
he begs of the thunder to bring lightening
for the storm seems empty without its
bright cracks in the sky that demand notice of the moment
he fears what will become of us in the winds of tomorrow
with the intolerant disciples of Aeolus blowing hard
to keep us still
if the rain doesn't stop falling
if the weather never changes
what difference does a day make?
and if the snow never melts
then what good is a new year anyway?
humbled in the presence of clouds
he begs of the thunder to bring lightening
for the storm seems empty without its
bright cracks in the sky that demand notice of the moment
he fears what will become of us in the winds of tomorrow
with the intolerant disciples of Aeolus blowing hard
to keep us still
if the rain doesn't stop falling
if the weather never changes
what difference does a day make?
and if the snow never melts
then what good is a new year anyway?
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
If The Wool Fits...
straight and narrow is the path that leads down the road
by the house where the children with balloons throw rocks at broken clowns
where mommies pop xanax in the bathroom
wash it down with a glass of cab in the kitchen
and daddies drink bud light with their buddies
over the grill in the backyard
everybody doing what they're told
just like good little boys and girls
mommies and daddies too
obeying all the rules
their lives are not lived
they're tailored
straight and narrow is the path that leads down the road
by the house where the children with balloons throw rocks at broken clowns
where mommies pop xanax in the bathroom
wash it down with a glass of cab in the kitchen
and daddies drink bud light with their buddies
over the grill in the backyard
everybody doing what they're told
just like good little boys and girls
mommies and daddies too
obeying all the rules
their lives are not lived
they're tailored
Shuffling The Blame
i talk to the stars
tell them we gotta straighten up
but they don't hear me
i implore the moon
but she is preoccupied
dancing with the clouds
every morning the sun is angry
and he asks me
"what the hell went on here last night?"
"listen,"
i say
"you gotta talk to the night sky, man"
i talk to the stars
tell them we gotta straighten up
but they don't hear me
i implore the moon
but she is preoccupied
dancing with the clouds
every morning the sun is angry
and he asks me
"what the hell went on here last night?"
"listen,"
i say
"you gotta talk to the night sky, man"
The Most Important Page
notebooks have been stacked in precarious piles
filled with short stories
bad drawings
and
of course
poems
you have littered desktops and laptops with a near exorbitant amount
of word documents containing the verses you hold so dear
but again i must remind you
he who wrote
was
a poet
he who writes
is
of all the pages you have vandalized with your "art"
the one you ought most cherish is the one yet untouched
the blank page
the most important page
so grab a pen
and get to work
before your destiny escapes
notebooks have been stacked in precarious piles
filled with short stories
bad drawings
and
of course
poems
you have littered desktops and laptops with a near exorbitant amount
of word documents containing the verses you hold so dear
but again i must remind you
he who wrote
was
a poet
he who writes
is
of all the pages you have vandalized with your "art"
the one you ought most cherish is the one yet untouched
the blank page
the most important page
so grab a pen
and get to work
before your destiny escapes
Monday, December 8, 2014
A Captain's Retrieval Mission
i swim back to the beast of the sea
because the foot of remorse is bruised by land
and the soul of my crew is out there somewhere waiting for me
out to the middle of the atlantic i dive deep
in search of the ship i lost in the storm
sunken vessel where the ghosts of my men are patient
knowing i would not forever leave them behind
that i would return to take the helm of their grave
and sail them into the sweet morning light of helios
i swim back to the beast of the sea
because the foot of remorse is bruised by land
and the soul of my crew is out there somewhere waiting for me
out to the middle of the atlantic i dive deep
in search of the ship i lost in the storm
sunken vessel where the ghosts of my men are patient
knowing i would not forever leave them behind
that i would return to take the helm of their grave
and sail them into the sweet morning light of helios
Sunday, December 7, 2014
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Friday, December 5, 2014
Bloodsuckers
no crucifix big enough to ward off their army
these vampires feeding off the blood of our families
putting our fathers into the graves they have never known
turning our mothers into whores that lay beside them in their coffins
with spells of darkness
and devilish charms
they convince their victims to take the blame
for overcrowded cemeteries
no crucifix big enough to ward off their army
these vampires feeding off the blood of our families
putting our fathers into the graves they have never known
turning our mothers into whores that lay beside them in their coffins
with spells of darkness
and devilish charms
they convince their victims to take the blame
for overcrowded cemeteries
Young Man
youth in his favor with young women in his reach
a whole world ahead of him
but the silly son of a bitch doesn't even know it
instead of seizing the day
he spends his time obsessing over dead poets
and staring at walls that never move
out windows towards a life he is afraid to take by the balls
weak in his self-doubt
he constructs his misery into a well crafted fortress of isolated ego
celebrating himself with a grand sense of malaise
as if darkness is the only thing that matters
as if cheer was foolery
as if confidence was in need of shunning
not often caught smiling
because it clashes with his black outfits and his Joy Division records
his brooding sense of fashion
he calls it art instead of madness
calls himself a misanthrope instead of a chickenshit
because it feeds into the illusion that his mistakes are noble
wears his fear like a badge of honor
and carries his woes around like morbid little trophies
silly son of a bitch
if only i could give him
a good
swift
kick in the ass
youth in his favor with young women in his reach
a whole world ahead of him
but the silly son of a bitch doesn't even know it
instead of seizing the day
he spends his time obsessing over dead poets
and staring at walls that never move
out windows towards a life he is afraid to take by the balls
weak in his self-doubt
he constructs his misery into a well crafted fortress of isolated ego
celebrating himself with a grand sense of malaise
as if darkness is the only thing that matters
as if cheer was foolery
as if confidence was in need of shunning
not often caught smiling
because it clashes with his black outfits and his Joy Division records
his brooding sense of fashion
he calls it art instead of madness
calls himself a misanthrope instead of a chickenshit
because it feeds into the illusion that his mistakes are noble
wears his fear like a badge of honor
and carries his woes around like morbid little trophies
silly son of a bitch
if only i could give him
a good
swift
kick in the ass
Thursday, December 4, 2014
Black
standing outside The Foundation Tiki Bar in Milwaukee
i light a cigarette and he asks me if i have another
i tell him no because i'm cheap
and selfish
a squad car pulls up and two officers jump out
tell him to put his hands up
frisk him without any explanation
and he does as he is told
quietly
compliantly
when they find nothing they start back to their squad car
but not before looking at me with a friendly smile
and telling me to have a nice night
they drive off looking for another black man
he doesn't fuss
he doesn't complain
he doesn't say a word
"shit, man
i lied
here's a cigarette"
he smiles
understands
and thanks me
"ya know,"
he says
"that mighta gone a lot worse if you wasn't right here"
and
i believe him
standing outside The Foundation Tiki Bar in Milwaukee
i light a cigarette and he asks me if i have another
i tell him no because i'm cheap
and selfish
a squad car pulls up and two officers jump out
tell him to put his hands up
frisk him without any explanation
and he does as he is told
quietly
compliantly
when they find nothing they start back to their squad car
but not before looking at me with a friendly smile
and telling me to have a nice night
they drive off looking for another black man
he doesn't fuss
he doesn't complain
he doesn't say a word
"shit, man
i lied
here's a cigarette"
he smiles
understands
and thanks me
"ya know,"
he says
"that mighta gone a lot worse if you wasn't right here"
and
i believe him
I'd Die For A Kiss
it's been so long without a touch
lips pressed deeply against mine
fingers brushing through my beard or the hair on my chest
i have reclaimed my virginity
bumbling and nervous in the presence of a beautiful woman
the memory of making love is a dream
something that seems to have never really happened
a sweet pair of eyes that gaze into mine
a gentle voice that softly says "i love you"
validation of another person that shares a naked body with
my naked body
they say you have to love yourself first
and
that
may be
the problem
it's been so long without a touch
lips pressed deeply against mine
fingers brushing through my beard or the hair on my chest
i have reclaimed my virginity
bumbling and nervous in the presence of a beautiful woman
the memory of making love is a dream
something that seems to have never really happened
a sweet pair of eyes that gaze into mine
a gentle voice that softly says "i love you"
validation of another person that shares a naked body with
my naked body
they say you have to love yourself first
and
that
may be
the problem
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Salt of the Earth
I met J.D. in a dive bar downtown Austin
fresh off the train from Milwaukee
inappropriately dressed for the Texas summer
he played drums in my friend Steve's band
and worked in the offices at the flagship Whole Foods store
he was from Buffalo and had been living in Austin for 9 years
we shared a few rounds of cocktails
and stepped out to the alley to smoke some weed while i told him my story
that i had no where to stay and was planning on crashing at the shelter
until i got on my feet
he said i was salt of the earth and could crash on his couch
that i could use him as a reference to get a job at the store
and he'd think about playing drums with me once i got settled
we caught a cab back to his crib
smoked bong-rips and drank Icehouse
while we passed the acoustic guitar back and forth
i never really did settle into the town that second time around
but i stayed afloat
got the job
and he did play drums with me for a while
until i told him i was more of an artist than a musician
to which he replied
"well, i'll buy you a fuckin' canvas for your birthday
but i only play with musicians"
the best friends will tell you like it is
but they'll always lend a hand when you're in need
I met J.D. in a dive bar downtown Austin
fresh off the train from Milwaukee
inappropriately dressed for the Texas summer
he played drums in my friend Steve's band
and worked in the offices at the flagship Whole Foods store
he was from Buffalo and had been living in Austin for 9 years
we shared a few rounds of cocktails
and stepped out to the alley to smoke some weed while i told him my story
that i had no where to stay and was planning on crashing at the shelter
until i got on my feet
he said i was salt of the earth and could crash on his couch
that i could use him as a reference to get a job at the store
and he'd think about playing drums with me once i got settled
we caught a cab back to his crib
smoked bong-rips and drank Icehouse
while we passed the acoustic guitar back and forth
i never really did settle into the town that second time around
but i stayed afloat
got the job
and he did play drums with me for a while
until i told him i was more of an artist than a musician
to which he replied
"well, i'll buy you a fuckin' canvas for your birthday
but i only play with musicians"
the best friends will tell you like it is
but they'll always lend a hand when you're in need
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Paul Setser and the Rest Of Us
visceral were the nights we stood upon a stage together
each of us armed with an instrument and a cocktail
and hearts that beat like tempos
we put on a show
but we weren't put-ons
the music was very real to us
in us
the song was our god
and Paul Setser was the christ
the bar lights were more beautiful than the moon
the twinkle in the drunks' eyes more beautiful than the stars
and when they all sang along
or someone would buy us a round of shots
we felt like we'd won something
we were glad to have learned our instruments
pleased to have found one another
blessed to have found Setser
those nights
however fleeting and long ago
were the greatest nights i have ever known
visceral were the nights we stood upon a stage together
each of us armed with an instrument and a cocktail
and hearts that beat like tempos
we put on a show
but we weren't put-ons
the music was very real to us
in us
the song was our god
and Paul Setser was the christ
the bar lights were more beautiful than the moon
the twinkle in the drunks' eyes more beautiful than the stars
and when they all sang along
or someone would buy us a round of shots
we felt like we'd won something
we were glad to have learned our instruments
pleased to have found one another
blessed to have found Setser
those nights
however fleeting and long ago
were the greatest nights i have ever known
A Requiem for My Decaying Teeth
broken headstones in a cemetery of disrepair
bacteria running rampant
feeding off the bones of the dead
decay cannot be undone
time will always bring about the irreversible spoil of the end
so the grave must be excavated before the rot spreads
because when death arrives
it remains
the only hope for the living is to
let go
and bury the dead elsewhere
broken headstones in a cemetery of disrepair
bacteria running rampant
feeding off the bones of the dead
decay cannot be undone
time will always bring about the irreversible spoil of the end
so the grave must be excavated before the rot spreads
because when death arrives
it remains
the only hope for the living is to
let go
and bury the dead elsewhere
All I Want For Christmas Is A Life I Can Afford
i'd like to visit the doctor
to see what state my health is in
and the dentist
to fix some broken teeth
without
worrying if the bill can be paid
i'd like to find a modest apartment
in a neighborhood close enough to where i work
that i can walk there
or bicycle in the summer
a place with a working kitchen sink
a shower
a toilet
cupboards and a refrigerator
with
room for groceries
without
worrying if the bill can be paid
i'd like a new phone
so i can text my friends
and call my family on birthdays
nothing fancy
without worrying
a job where my hard work is compensated fairly
a community where people look out for one another
a life where death doesn't sometimes seem like a way out
just to know that the bills can be paid
and a little left over to be
comfortable
i'd like to visit the doctor
to see what state my health is in
and the dentist
to fix some broken teeth
without
worrying if the bill can be paid
i'd like to find a modest apartment
in a neighborhood close enough to where i work
that i can walk there
or bicycle in the summer
a place with a working kitchen sink
a shower
a toilet
cupboards and a refrigerator
with
room for groceries
without
worrying if the bill can be paid
i'd like a new phone
so i can text my friends
and call my family on birthdays
nothing fancy
without worrying
a job where my hard work is compensated fairly
a community where people look out for one another
a life where death doesn't sometimes seem like a way out
just to know that the bills can be paid
and a little left over to be
comfortable
Monday, December 1, 2014
Jail Ain't So Great
the bottle seems to have gotten the best of me again
and it only reaffirms my suspicions that i should dry my pallet
because i don't look good in stripes
so i sit on the cot
staring at my socks
starving for an answered prayer
desperate for a lost god
and still foolishly thirsty to dance in the fire
when released
i get off light with a fine
and walk home in the dirty clothes i was wearing when
they brought me in
i walk by the house i grew up in
and i can't believe what has become of me
i had potential
i had a dream
i had hope
where did it all go?
the bottle seems to have gotten the best of me again
and it only reaffirms my suspicions that i should dry my pallet
because i don't look good in stripes
so i sit on the cot
staring at my socks
starving for an answered prayer
desperate for a lost god
and still foolishly thirsty to dance in the fire
when released
i get off light with a fine
and walk home in the dirty clothes i was wearing when
they brought me in
i walk by the house i grew up in
and i can't believe what has become of me
i had potential
i had a dream
i had hope
where did it all go?
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Attendance
there's no real reason for you to keep showing up here
we all know
that you don't want to be here
you just like pretending that you do
lying to yourself
lying to us
nothing good is going to come of this
so why don't we just lock the door
and leave you out in the cold?
let you freeze out there
instead of tracking in mud
and ruining this nice clean carpet
it's not that we don't see that you appreciate the offer
but our love is not a cocoon for the caterpillar of your self-loathing
and you will not suddenly become a butterfly
simply because that's what we want
there's no real reason for you to keep showing up here
we all know
that you don't want to be here
you just like pretending that you do
lying to yourself
lying to us
nothing good is going to come of this
so why don't we just lock the door
and leave you out in the cold?
let you freeze out there
instead of tracking in mud
and ruining this nice clean carpet
it's not that we don't see that you appreciate the offer
but our love is not a cocoon for the caterpillar of your self-loathing
and you will not suddenly become a butterfly
simply because that's what we want
Saturday, November 29, 2014
Heather Hendrickson
i got used to being afraid early on
looking at you
wanting you
and not saying a damn word
it became a habit
to keep my mouth shut
and doubt myself
let things slip away that were right there within my grasp
i don't know what would have happened if i'd told you
how
much
i was
in love with you
i don't know if you felt it too
and i don't know if i was just young and foolish
but
it's the not knowing that still bothers me
i got used to being afraid early on
looking at you
wanting you
and not saying a damn word
it became a habit
to keep my mouth shut
and doubt myself
let things slip away that were right there within my grasp
i don't know what would have happened if i'd told you
how
much
i was
in love with you
i don't know if you felt it too
and i don't know if i was just young and foolish
but
it's the not knowing that still bothers me
Friday, November 28, 2014
I'll Still Fly
heaven throw me out
but i'm keeping the halo
you should have no doubt
i am ready for limbo
so hold me
over the fire
of burning desire
i'll still fly
so hold me
down to the pyre
contempt of the choir
i'll still fly
cast me down with the devil
and he shall
cast me in stone
crown me the crown of exile
and i shall
be one to roam
heaven shun my soul
but i will keep on dreamin'
place me in the hole
alongside with the demon
so hold me
trial for judgement
in your begrudgement
i'll still fly
so hold me
in purgatory
take back your glory
i'll still fly
heaven throw me out
but i'm keeping the halo
you should have no doubt
i am ready for limbo
so hold me
over the fire
of burning desire
i'll still fly
so hold me
down to the pyre
contempt of the choir
i'll still fly
cast me down with the devil
and he shall
cast me in stone
crown me the crown of exile
and i shall
be one to roam
heaven shun my soul
but i will keep on dreamin'
place me in the hole
alongside with the demon
so hold me
trial for judgement
in your begrudgement
i'll still fly
so hold me
in purgatory
take back your glory
i'll still fly
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Star Trek
where every man has gone before
and i don't think i'll be too far behind you
but still
it's too bad that we couldn't make peace
it's too bad that we ever fell from
each others graces to begin with
though that is how it happened
and regret is as useless as a feeling to a Vulcan
but i can't watch a rerun of The Next Generation without
wishing
and wondering what if
things had gone another way
for us
where every man has gone before
and i don't think i'll be too far behind you
but still
it's too bad that we couldn't make peace
it's too bad that we ever fell from
each others graces to begin with
though that is how it happened
and regret is as useless as a feeling to a Vulcan
but i can't watch a rerun of The Next Generation without
wishing
and wondering what if
things had gone another way
for us
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