my hope for the future
burns outside my loins
slowly annoying another
part of my already aging
once invincible body reminding
me that where futures lie
therein lies failed dreams
and strived for things
i could merely ever hope

obtainment is for the weak
strivement is for the strong
these words are for you

itsa been a bit
since’n we dun
hangyid out
yidiot
tiggerjerbs

i want to romance you
from the freezer to my hand
to taste you after i pop
open your lid
wrap my lips around
your tip
take you in

i want to feel you
slowly work your way
through my blood
to my brain

and let you romance me
before i reach for your friend

these are you tears
i’ve kept them in my
jar of a memory
to pour out on your ashes
as you pass from this
world to the next
the imagery is unclear
and thats how i want
to remember you

for wife and children
for home and warmth (or something close to it)
for hope
for futures
for friends
for american freaking awesome football
for donuts
for beer
for the hope of better beer someday
for You
for today
for bikes
for health
for comfort
for parental units
for the interwebs
for peace
for quiet
for joy
for the written word
for Your word

these bags of yours
you drag around
dumping pieces you’ve collected
on all your friends

i’d say we like your crap
but i’m sick of lying

i forgot how cold can permeate
every little layer of epidermis
making even the heart cold

just leaving room to be warmed
by the beauty of the communal
suffering making life epic as we
live it together hoping together
we’ll survive the night

all of us

its true and you know it
humility would be a lie
our words bring you inspiration
to your knees you fall and beg
for more turning page after
page hoping for another letter
written as well as the last and
shocked you notice the hours
have passed and you’re not
writing that book they’re paying you
for instead you’re stuck in the sieve
in awe as each grain of sand
glides on through and you’re jealous
to be humble would be to lie
your hands aren’t here bringing
verse to those in need instead you’ve
dedicated yourself to money instead
of daily brilliance

(wish we had both sometimes)

but even though the bastards never
notice and i can call them that because
this isn’t some creating writing department
of a larger institution that’s going to reject
my request for the major simply because
i curse them out in four short poems
boasting of my invincible awesomeness
no this is our territory and if you don’t want
in then get the crap out because these
words aren’t for the faint of heart
they’re here to remind you that it is us
who paid the nearly ten dollars to own
this piece of web real estate and we’ll
write on it exactly what we mean
mistakes in all just to stick it you
(the man)

and one day when one of the twelve
of us however many there are actually
makes it somewhere big in this world
well he’ll look back and say it was there
and hopefully he’ll buy me lunch

i’d really love it if someone bought me lunch

the same sins
back and bugging me
like hiccups

not terrible
just enough to keep me from
sleep

poured like rubber into a mould
stretched and sewn together
like pigskin
you

never fit their expectations
no one really wanted you to

writing crap and
getting kudos
spur of the moment
inspiration-free words
inspiring others
and then

hours and hours
broken hearts and tears
poured into a single story
five pages of your one true
opus
and hearing
23 “i dont get it”s
and only 1
“holy crap this was the most
brilliant thing i’ve ever read”

which would have been enough
if you had been an editor
instead of a mere classmate

tears fears and joys
you brought when you
made 3 into 4
and promised 18 more
years of
adjustment/joy/patience
waiting/enjoying/thanking

your every imperfection
mine

the wind in my hair
sunburn on my neck
reminded me
i need more time with you
to be more like you
to finally know what
truly matters

the barometric pressure
(whatever that means)
causes not acne
as much as heartache
as it brings in rains
or lack thereof
and fails to wash away
your sins

you’re beautiful
you’re wonderful
and everything i hoped for
small complications
with long drawn out
solutions

oh and
i forgot how crappin
little sleep i get

there is no way for you to love
except to lay and need me

welcome to my arms little one
don’t ever ever leave me

joy and overwhelming satisfaction
fill most of my hours
but sometimes after a dinner with too much
cream or perhaps it’s related to whiskey
following beer i’ll

lay front back front back side side front
roll roll roll
quiver quiver shake and wonder

how can i fear when i cannot focus?
what am i fearing that i cannot even pin down?

the panic can overcome me powerfully

coke helps

the winds changed
leaves left reminders of
death on pristine grass

(mowed mind you
not naturally toe-tickling)

courtyards wine ice-tea
spaghetti penne sausage
chili sauce bruchetta
grass stars dim-sky-pointed lights
great service white tablecloths
and you

’bout right

tipping the scales
a bit of a misnomer
i’d think

toppling might be more descriptive