I wake up early sometimes
I sit in my small apartment shower
It’s almost meditation
I let the water hit me
Inside, with a glass door to my left and tile Installed in the 60’s to my right
I think about anything other than myself
Isolated from noise
Insulated from cold
I close my eyes for 15 minutes
Internalizing and trying to predict my day
It’s all about me
I realize.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 4:02 AM UTC
We buried you in the same grave as dad.
He died a week before, you were there
I kissed you on the forehead and said
“Please stay clean”
How much flesh does God want
Too much I think
I’ll pray when I feel like praying
I’ll stay when I feel like staying
He better have an excuse for you
I’m not saying grace.
I’ll be thankful next year.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 3:49 AM UTC
I’m not sure there is a heaven, but I’m sure there is hell.
You don’t have to die to be there.
You can live there, you just finish another bottle.
You want to stop. You beg to stop.
You lock your apartment door until you sweat and shake.
Hell always takes you back.
Makes your chest hurt.
Makes you wish you would just die. But you can’t.
You’re too young and have a life to ruin.
So Hell waits.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 6:33 PM UTC
We were so young
In the kitchen looking at Grandma’s glassware
Pristine like us
Next year we were bold I opened the lid and saw flour
But you saw ******
What a ******* name.
You were missing an (e), I wanted to give it to you, be superhero(e)s
But you’re too high for me now. I don’t have a cape, I can’t talk to you anymore.
Have you read this book?
Can you stay with us?
Can the baby stay? I’ll make him a cape
And we’ll just talk about it
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 11:52 PM UTC
There ain’t nothing too bad
Too sad about it
I couldn’t figure you clearing my head
And I used to think I sounded slow
But now I think I sound shallow
Ya hear?
You here?
I keep hitting the brakes but the car isn’t slowing and the light is red, and I keep hitting the ******* brakes and I keep. hitting. the. ******* brakes. and I think **** **** sell it when I’m dead.”
And the police come
And you’ve been drinking
And the bag never looked better on me
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
Randy plays the smiths
On saturdays
While I slouch against the bar
I swim in bourbon so I could
drown in you
When I die
Sell this all for a quick buck
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC
The glass clinks
A stack of highballs lean like the drunk next to me
Red faced, nose as hard as the oak bar he’s been drinking at his whole life
He sinks into a bourbon, gurgling
"God must be a woman, because life is a *****
Well, **** Tennyson. I'd rather never loved at all.
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
She said I love you
And it made me shiver
Like David, standing to
Deliver a stone that would make
Him immortal in the minds of men.
What a giant is love, that it should move me.
We've made mountains of men,
Granite statues to those that have
Risen from Death
Gold coins on their eyes
And solemn words on their chests
I love her, and feel blood pulse again.
A caress from Goliath
Till we wept.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
Baby, you're a bit like the blues.
being with you is
like
a two day bourbon-binge
I’m heading
eastward down
Dauphine Street
with shakes
planning to spend a cold night
on the rocks at Woldenberg Park.
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC