the years
give
the years
take
I’m docile
now
polished
smooth
I wouldn’t
leave a ripple
if you
dropped me in the ocean
I could be
making waves
but I’m
coasting from here on in
I’ve made my
choices
what is a life
but a series
of choices?
I live
according to my nature
it’s too
late now
for anything
else
becalmed once again deep in the fucking doldrums went to the doctor he told me to lighten up but that cunt’s a fool this time I’m dying slowly, by degrees it’s the dead of liquid night I’m adrift on the tides of memory half in shadow, half in light I sometimes hear your voice can you still hear mine?
people can fuck you up
tell me if you’ve heard this one before
I didn’t know her face
but her moves were familiar she
said she needed to be loved but she wasn’t
ready to bleed for it I understood
that I’d done my share of bleeding I’ve drowned in my own tears
I don’t let that shit in my house I tell no one what I’m feeling coz feelings come and go you can’t own love no, love owns you it’s a deal you can’t refuse when you’re tired of being alone
this poor boy don’t believe in romance but I’ll adhere to anything that makes me feel real life gives me all I need and I don’t ask for much I’m just looking for a friend not a nursemaid or
a crutch
I found some
raw material
on the back
seat of the bus
a thousand
original recipes
written from
the heart
I’ll smother
them in gravy
and pass
them off as my own
isn’t fiction just a kernel of truth hidden in a lie? aren’t all writers prostitutes and thieves? some words are designed to mislead but other words have x ray powers that penetrate the soul
I want to write in those words
in crazy
neon letters ten feet tall
I know I’d
get off on that
let me tell
you why
I stood up to this
life and I want to get that down on paper one day I’ll find the words I’m looking
for and leave them on the bus for some other sucker to find it’ll be my message in a bottle my little gift to posterity much of it will be bullshit but some of it will be me
when I was young
I hurt my eyes
staring into the sun
for days after
the image of the sun
was fused into my mind…
I came out of nowhere
but that don’t mean a thing when
you’re twelve years old I was always a
book worm because knowledge is
power while ignorance only forges shackles every saturday morning I’d head to the
library always the library the temple
of knowledge my sanctum
sanctorum the source of my power where the blinding light of reason flooded my busy retinas and fed my hungry mind I was sparked into being in the cauldron of ideas I learned to question everything as everything questioned me to think about my thinking because that’s what I am that’s what I understand
they tell me
bad is back
but that’s
not where I’m at
I just
stepped outside
the sun
spoke to me
she said ‘get
high’
and I’m glad
to comply
why don’t
you step out too?
shed your aggravations
get yourself
a new gimmick
it’s nice to
be nice
and I like
to feel nice, don’t you?
I’ll salt my beer
with my own fucking
tears
I tried
everything twice
it always turned
out bogus
why can’t I
be forgiven?
who made me
the enemy?
I don’t want
to be on the outside
nose pressed
against the window
so who wrote
the rules
that made me
the loser?
maybe we’re
all fucking losers
did you ever
think of that?
still, you’d
rather lose a lover
than love a
fucking loser
don’t mind
me
I’m not
bitter
I’m not
sweet either
I’ve been
rolling snake eyes
since the
game began
I can’t win
for losing
it’s the
story of my life
