where are the broken buses,
and buildings torn to shreds?
the rusted metal frames with springs
that used to hold the beds,

that once belonged to children
now grown to full sized men,
and women who have kids their own
of which they need to tend.

where are all the homeless men,
whose clothes are ripped and tattered?
with bushy beards and ****** beers,
whose lives are worn and shattered?

remnants of the lives well spent
that lay beneath the sun
are breaking down to nothing
unlike how it had begun.

you vile of lust,
contained liquid belligerence.
how you instigate my future regrets
in all senses of the term.

burning away boredom at best,
a touch of carelessness and freedom.
and at worst causing obsession
with my failure to pursue desire.

faux self-confidence and heightened hopes.
its just pretend time for adults.
like sliding into dreams
unconsciously without meaning

and while i try to resist
all the impulses and reactions,
it makes me feel natural
like anything can happen

have a brew on me...
for nothing makes me as happy
as watching the pleasure
you endure with ale dripping from your chin

let me smoke you down
so we may share the common feelings
of being comfortable and amused
as we aimlessly walk through our hometown trees

lay in my bed, but don't be tempted
for i know you know how plush it is.
the bed i mean, of course.
so rest, you enticing scoundrel.

and i'll allow myself to watch you
without worry of your wonder
"why does she look at me so?"
and soak in all your exemplary features

there was a time when i could give two ***** less about the temperature of the bathroom floor;
when the simple things were black and white and shone with simplicity and thoughtless wisdom.

there was a time when i would draw til my eyes dried up and turned red despite the ****;
when i could still feel pain and live vividly without constantly questioning reality.

and there was a time when you got me higher than ever
when i was new to what was and how to be unique in a world of opinion-less humans.