Messed That Up.

poetry

at times I find
that I must bring
myself to stand
before you

With

my head held high
and just enough
a grin that it
unsettles you

I

Hope that we have
come to terms with
all the points we’ve
blundered past

but

recent light has
shown a sight of
unforgivable
happenstance.

So…

If we choose to
rectify these
failures that we
perpetrate
we ought to
learn to pass us by
and get out before
it’s too late.

Your Eyes.

poetry

There is something on your mind.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.

You know what you want, and that’s
out. All the way to
Cincinnati. All the way to
Ruin. At least
that’s what I
think it means.

But you haven’t been to Cinci in
a long, long time. And you’ve
no idea what state it’s in
(of course you know Ohio),
but it takes a lot of discipline
to stay here, that much I know.
But I know you want to go.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.

American Lobotomy

poetry

american lobotomy
your brain’s just a muscle
your ghost is all that counts
slow down einstein
we need these sheep for clothes
slow down einstein
your not fluent in puppet
slow down einstein
you faggot
you loser
you geek
you nerd
bleach your hair white
like the rest of the herd
jesus christ more like
peter pan.