But I really should be going now.
And as much as I’d like to stay
And have another cup
(It was a very rich blend)
At present,
I think we’ve exhausted our pleasantries
And it appears the receptions
Were much less hearty than we first perceived.
Which, I suppose,
Is all the more reason to depart.
Here’s my contact information,
But don’t feel obligated
As it’s only social etiquette and niceties.
Until, at least, the occasion
Is at once a vaguest of recollections
We’ll bump into each other
Declaring with zestful exuberance
That it’s been too long
And hey, would you like to meet for coffee?
I know a great place on Front Street.
To with boisterous affirmation
We’ll say absolutely!
And see you on Thursday.

Feel free to enlighten me
while burning all the worry
from my forearms with a
metal stick and just a couple
heavy disks. I’ve
got all day to listen
while you ramble
over the sound of
me and all this pumping iron
not giving a good god damn.

Satisfaction,
beyond your
apprehension.

when you wore your chester
the molester stache
we joked at your creepiness

why couldn’t you just leave it at
a joke

we all make mistakes
why did your’s have to be at their
expense

but when you scoff
and glory in ignorance,
do you not realize
how stupid you are?

doesn’t the earth swing back
and forth like a pendulum?
…well,
doesn’t it?
doesn’t it just say one
thing and another thing
and another?
and you tell it to shut up,
one hand on her thigh
thinking
am i spilling my fucking
guts?
if i sit on this couch long
enough will god damn me
for leaving the indention
of my ass alone
for
however
long or,
whatever?

i can make poop poetic
if given the time
and the will to rhyme it

Like listening to The Beatles
at a party,
and asking everyone to
SHUT UP,
or walking just ahead of
the conversation, and
con-stant-ly
turning back to ask
“what was that?”
or humming loudly,
coughing up phlegm,
forgetting someone’s name
but
refusing to admit it:
The parts of life that
keep us equal parts
annoyed and satisfied,
depending on our side
of the offense, at
any given occurrence,
are beautiful,
in their own disgusting way.

Now quiet down and
Listen up,
‘cuz this is my favorite part.

Y’know what sucks?
I shouldn’t say this but:
I want you.
I want you so bad.
But more than that,
I want it.
I want it so bad.
I should rephrase:
Y’know what sucks for you?

Stuck in a still framed
Photograph never changing
Realizing with uncanny disbelief
At how long it takes
To renew my license
At the &#$%ing DMV!

today is the day of
unnerving
inescapable
and totally necessary sadness
and today is the day
where the rain comes
and goes
and the sadness slides down
your throat like wet cement
and you wait for a long time
for it to harden in your
stomach
you are
off to see some place you sold
all of your belongings to go
without a hint as to
what your getting into
today is the day that you
wait at the train station,
whistles blowing,
none of them yours,
trains plowing through,
none of them yours,
sitting on a bench waiting
for the cement to harden
in your stomach,
whistles blow,
is that your train?
today is the day where you
don’t know if your train will
come
tomorrow is the day that you
realize you weren’t ready
to get on.

And it must be so depressing
to lose because it’s everybody’s fault
While you could have fixed everything
with your silver tongue, if not for your
broken jaw

this night is creeping upon me
or, the sun is dropping below
it’s horizon
and the lack-of-light is
enveloping me
and i like it, to be honest
i really like it alot

my veins are now burnt
out black snake fireworks
the blood
crawls through them apathetically
the black tubes falling
where they may based upon the
original flame that birthed them,
no intent on anything

this night is creeping upon me
and the heat is leaving the
air and
in turn
drying out my skin
and i am lying on the pavement
as the children walk back
inside
and i like it, really,
to be honest.

i spend hours with you
at a time
huddled
you know
on a cold wooden floor

watching you run back and forth
between me and an apparently
fascinating step
(or curb you insist on stepping on)

i hold you and entertain you
literally just watching

and this is my life now
hours and hours are not mine anymore
they’re yours

and they’d think me a hero
but not a greek pansy
rather one from a childrens
book trilogy or octogy
and they’d build me up
in their minds until
they saw
they saw the movie
and realized

like all of them (and worse)
my knuckles grew hair and
my back – if skinned –
could comfortably carpet most
houses

Scrawling ink across the pages
of someone else’s diary
re-writing certain histories
to make everything right again

The memorandum all but gone
replaced by interjections from
an outside source that, guaranteed,
knows better than the first-hand

Specifically, the details have been
all but ironed out,
but specifically, the bits that mattered
now no longer count.
Periodically it’s best to check
and read our own account
as periodically, details are often
all but ironed out.

my pet phrases wont grow old
even if in one language
they’re a racial slur
but i use them frequently in a
nother.
even then my brilliance will not
be lost
(on myself)
for laugh you may
but gawk i will
at just how awesome
my humility makes me

i’d love for this to someday be a
joke