Life keeps going
You will not outrun this ****
It will catch up-each step of
the way
You never really leave where you
grew up
Not only
do I want to keep living
I'd like to be
thin
With the *** appeal of a Ferris wheel
in a skyline
There is an ancient time
Peace
Please
The arguing will only leave you
wanting more
You'll always find the philosophy
you are looking for
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
The fog makes it weirdly bright
A full sun hanging
Over the park
I make out its border lines
I walk into its sides
I try to survive
It's a central morning
On a central time line
Reactivate
I sometimes still wonder
Over your whereabouts
Indirect steps towards
Momentary encounters with
Beautiful women
As if there were not buildings
On each side of this trail
I wake up
In the center of the park
My dog waits for me, smoking
I tell him I can try
I can pretend to remember your smell
He says it's time to go home
That all this is getting boring
That nobody cares about me or
my story
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
When the Internet
existed
for conspiracy theories and
remixes
I woke up
laying next to you
after an Oxy-lovin night
waiting to start another fight
I let you roll the blunt
I let you sit up front
You, always sit next to me
We took the back roads
Through the green trees
Past
the houses of our tired friends
Past
the girls that made you jealous
Past
the future lovers you'd take
We'd drive past the future.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Are any of these women real?
My step mom opens the top drawer
In the guest room
Takes out the cut bracelet
And asks,
Can I please throw this out?
It reads Fall Risk
Which is what I am
Yellowed and frayed
At the ends
The boxes of books dance with
the lids closed.
It's not too cold
But it's raining
I have one friend and
She's praying
There are two dogs and
They're saying
Please get out of bed
We both believe that you can
Walk again
Fast forward and I get lost
In the big rows, poetry lanes
while I shake and crave
through the outrages
I learn to come back down
I learn to give and go
It says Fall Risk
Inside, they told me I'm not bad
I'm just sick
It's tricky, whether
I know it all or
have no clue
it exists
I'm a fall risk.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
My stomach hurt.
I was having trouble keeping my eyes open.
Sitting on the train, pressed up against the cold metal pole,
resting my red,
beaten face against the metal.
The standing riders attempting to find space to hold on
while I tried to breath in
as much of the air conditioning as I could
while enjoying the last moments of the dark tunnel
before the four train spat out into the bright Yankee Stadium
infused outdoors of the Bronx.
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
Argentinian teenagers
taking in the cities
Their predilections all
based in fiction
Shocking green masses
Turnstile seminars
Debauchery hidden behind stars
Captured innocence
And they wonder
could this be New York?
The snow came and the snow
melts
The only boy in the group
turns to his prettiest friend
and says
I'd rather end up in hell
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:45 PM UTC
A blessed breeze
pushes me off the tracks
to the trains
Like billy Collins or
collision consoles
whipping passed me
uncaring
like the past me
I have nothing left to be afraid of
besides maybe a tumor
and even then
I hope I'd sit back with my friend Pat
and seek the humor
And if it kills me
my loved ones should know
I died happy, but
mostly annoyed
and I'll be watching
when you pull out your lap top
and you lock your door
You pull out your tube sock
and I'm judging you
I'm taking pictures
and I'm laughing at you
Sitting there with Rooha
maybe with a lit blunt
Maybe where I go next
I'm not an addict
But for now my mother says
I'm probably healthy
Google searches disagree
In a world where our god
is broadcast through screens
All knowing
All powerful
Screens
Who should I believe?
I still get a dark taste
watching the un thoughtful mass
of clumped up, spot cleaned suits
pursuing what?
Fancy tooth brushes and
the newest carpet cleaners?
But then my train
ascends
I look at the Brooklyn bridge
and the statue who stands so
confused, over
what she is meant to represent
and I'm okay
You'd be okay too
if after ten years of dirt and fog
you were headed to Central Park
to walk a dog
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:44 PM UTC
How much would Hemingway and Raymond Carver,
Bukowski
and Oscar Wilde
scoff at my sobriety?
"You gave in and gave up, at 28?"
The words I'd then write
for these old dead white guys
about wanting to get better
about trying to be sober
about working a program
C'mon man...
In my defense
they didn't have Oxy cottin
or Xanax
But
they also didn't have central air
or auto-correct
So for my old, white,
dead drunken heroes
Who most likely
wouldn't like me
I'll hold my white privilege close
to my heart
At my core I'll be angry with
women
I won't look to jesus
to beg for forgiveness
Most importantly
I'll hold onto the truth
that statistically
I'll end up drinking
myself to death
at 50
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
He sends a peace sign emoji
and that's cool
I tool around
the underground
Morning dreaming
of manipulating
what seem to be
good hearted girls
on their way to school
After classes
we'd walk around her campus
I'd be holding
to keep the good times rolling
Just to keep the good times rolling
My life starts buckling and folding
I feel the good times rolling
But where is she going?
Where is she going?
I send him a peace sign emoji
He says to himself
"What a cool guy."
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Spoiled
West Highland Terriers
Man, they're everywhere
Pulling back on leashes
giving us humans
that look
as if we've mistook
what time is and
the value of the smell
that is right now
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC