Ego

poetry

Allow me to take
this opportunity to
Flex my
considerable ego.

It sometimes gets
cramped, and
always tries to
get out, just
a bit.

I try to keep the
thing in check, but
everything needs
to stretch some time.

So Excuse me
while I say it,
But,

DAMN,

I’m good.

The Only Thing Anyone’s Ever Asked of Us. I Swear.

poetry

should our bodies never tire
and our minds never give out
we must climb up ever higher
to the mountain’s tip, and shout
that we’ve finished our ascent,
completed all that we’ve been asked
though it truly was impossible,
this god-forsaken task.

But alas, Our bodies tire
and our minds burn at both ends
and the air we breathe comes harder
as the air around us thins
while we struggle ever higher,
never quite reaching the top,
when do we cease to aspire,
and simply find a place to stop?

lives in my spine now

poetry

why,
little city burning
backs gettin’ warm
pictures of men
that shoulda been me
so i never grew up
i’m glad i figured that out
and i torture myself
and i’m only alright sometimes
why,
lighting up the glass
can’t stay off the ground
and i can’t remember
how nice it used to be
pictures of the moon
that’s where i’d like to be
that pond behind your house
where i go when i sleep
why.

No more heroes

poetry

Why must all of the heroes
displayed on TV today
be not heroes at all
but merely humans
in the right place
at the right time
doing the right thing
for the wrong reason?

Where are the heroes of old,
men of renown and power,
unwavering in their ability
and in their integrity,
the supermen of society,
too good to be reality,
but who in their fictionality
showed the rest of humanity
a metaphor of what life could be.