he's down for the count
face marred by age
or misery(though no difference)
he sits alone at the bar
alone
for now,
he remembers -
find a 50 dollar ***** tonight.
worth 50? Hell,
he'll give you a hundred
(call it compensation - emotional distress)
because money is dirt
that **** means nothing
life is poverty
when madness is wasted.
"Christ," she said
"you're useless," she said,
"I'm old," he snarls,
"we're all ruined."
he chugs and chugs
to burn and burn
all great men rage.
he crawls to his death bed
and dreams a beautiful dream that God,
or someone,
would save him.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
She slipped on her most prized possession;
one yellow sock (the other worn til its end).
Her mother had fancied them at the market
and gave her daughter
something
to call her own.
Cultures clashed,
she had caused trouble in the tribe
bringing in foreign customs
but she had thought it foolish
to not be proud of what she
owned(even if they were yellow socks).
Now she watches her own daughter dancing,
pink sandals strapped on tight,
she thinks she will teach her daughter well-
perhaps as an American might.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:24 AM UTC
I'm lonely, I say.
Grow up, You say.
It's 4 a.m. and we have no answers
only questions
only cares
so we **** instead.
except I cry
and it ruins the mood.
you light up and wait
wait for me to finish
it's not the first time I've done this and yet
you still stay.
just keep pretending you don't care-
and keep cleaning like it's your job.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 8:31 AM UTC
Ma ya home?
I called
and
knocked once.
nobody
answered though
and I thought
maybe
that drunk you met
from
AA
would answer.
he didn't,
probably busy at the bar
toasting to
Jesus
slurring about the
piece of
***
he scored
on the way back
from
AA.
you're right,
he is a catch.
but no worries-
don't call
back.
it wasn't
important
anyway.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 8:14 AM UTC
i wake in the morning
though never from sleep,
rather
shaking off demons
that live in day dreams.
crawling –
crawling –
worms in my head
i shout
“get out!”
get out.
i weep,
“get out
-please out.”
You leave.
no-
not You, never You.
i’m hysterical.
i’m content.
oh well,
oh well.
no one said this made sense,
simply convenient -
we need to forget.
i scratch at myself,
i’m dead.
i drown.
i don’t own my mind
a darkness surrounds.
it murders my soul,
what will i feel? what will i be?
nothing.
i’m nothing.
a slave to disease,
i hide under covers,
this sickness I’ll please –
or else..
… what else?
what more can it seize?
victims screech from the street.
lullabies.
sinful sweet lullabies,
they sing me to sleep.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
"A woman's gotta work!"
mama always said.
"Fix a good meal, fold your clothes tight,
wake to make your bed every morning,
and know how to treat a man right,"
well I don't cook.
well I don't clean.
and I certainly can't make my bed,
but I did learn one thing from mama
cause you know what she said,
"A woman's gotta work!"
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 6:12 PM UTC
There was once a small town in Texas
who birthed a lass named June.
June stayed at home
and June felt alone,
but Texas was all she knew.
Then came the day
that June met Jay
who was beyond that town.
They packed in the night,
pulled out of sight
and left without a sound.
Years had passed
and the couple moved fast
but June need move no more,
cause Jay found a home
where June's never alone;
that's what love is for.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
The coast shakes
quakes
falls to crumbles.
People cry
over those who die,
souls stolen
in the wake of earth's destruction.
Alas
love pulls us together,
replanting roots unbroken;
we begin this life anew.
But.
Lucky are the soulless
who've left this world unseen
as it's my single skeleton
that lingers under me
(I was your last act)
(a tragedy scene).
In the wake of your destruction
I'm ***** and unclean,
And because of this,
I shall know no other end,
than to hopelessly exist ---
as there's
no reconstruction.
no humanity.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
his heart gave way
to the present ghosts of past
inexplicably brought forth-
but never again
shall he be conquered.
he merges as one with Earth.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 6:02 PM UTC
you woke with a fright
to find you were not sleeping
the lies, you're lonely, it's filth
is seeping
into open wounds unmended
pack your bags
you're leaving
to where you do not know
but does it matter?
you say anywhere is more than this,
tell me you'll call when ready
call when you've found your own
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:54 PM UTC