this should be a catalogue
of sorts.
Weston
was a good friend
but
got too big for his
breeches and abused
steroids, so
he got a
bitch-tit and
never actualized.
Justin
lifted a lot of
weights and
became a cop. he wasn't
a very good one but,
he's now a detective.
Jeremy
broke his back
helping
others
your mother
every broken body on
the highway
and got no
Thanks.
Zack is
raising a beautiful
family and
makes me jealous.
you'll always be
"stupid"
but in that
ignorance lies
benevolent rapture.
Jarrod
overcame the absolute
Filth
and
he might not think i see Him
but,
i know that you
are trying.
Toby
will do his best
and
upon so
break the sky
he doesn't
think so but,
he'll be a
fine Father.
Cameron
will either
slay thousands
or his heart will win.
(it would be entertaining to see both)
to see so much
love and
squandered
joy...
Jordan
will die
loved and surrounded
by those he
holds most dear.
what else
is there?
JP
is
a lost cause.
for Tommy,
the weight of
everything
seemed to be
a little too much.
Matt P.
i cannot describe
the love and
loathing
i feel for one who
took the
"pussy way out"
your legacy is
Tainted
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC
let me speak
Clearly
i will illucidate,
without any
Confusion
mrs sheridan
you husband was a working man
and contributed a
lengthy tenure
However.
he was here
nineteen
and
one-half
years
Therefore,
we regret to inform you
there will be
no pension
no funeral expenses
no payment
no exculpatory measures
the warning label
was on the machine
With Warmest Condolences,
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 2:51 AM UTC
i can recall the
day
hour
very moment
that i fell for You
getting into the car
you nervously looked
at me with those beautiful
brown eyes, and
smiled; so sweetly
we drove to the cheapest
motel we could find
it had a lobby the smelled
of curry and
saffron. the balding indian owner
and his wife checked us in
i remember thinking the room
as peculiar as our situation.
it had a sink, both inside and
outside of the bathroom
green and red carpet and
stilted queen beds
it smelled of
cigarettes and someone
had punched a hole
through the bathroom
door
(since patched)
after the ******* and
showers had reached their
inevitable end there was just
us
months of wanting you
had finally come to fruition
and it was the singular moment
of just the way you fit so
dynamically into the curves
of my form and laid your
head upon my chest
the struggle of
being Together
the love you held for me in your eyes
and the abject terror
of thinking of your leaving
it was then that i knew
and sighed
because i knew what
all of that
foreshadows
like wave,
or coruscating crystal
it all came crashing
Together
such resounding clarity.
i knew i loved you,
and my sigh was more
towards my not being able
to lie to myself about it
you had to leave
shortly after
alone,
with beer,
and bad motel television
i stayed awake
i still love you.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC
be kind to me
and gentle of
spirit.
always look at me
with love in
your eyes,
you beautiful,
ephemeral creature.
always seek comfort
in me
and do not become
upset
when I need
the same.
i said
"i do not know what i
did in a past life; to
deserve such
tenderness"
Please,
continue to educate
me.
and if one day we
find one another's
words
harshly-spoken;
then i hope it
be for the better of "us"
i dare to dream of
a future, and
the aspect of growing
into respectable souls;
lauded by the young.
i want the safety
and security
that those beautiful eyes
portend.
i want your
passion and,
responsibility.
i want to be Loved, deeply
and our lives to be
lived in shrine of reverence
of knowing we would never
endanger that most holy
of consecrated grounds.
i want to think of you
whilst i toil to provide
and have those
most affectionate
lips on mine.
i want to listen to Tartini
in the autumn,
when the leaves turn and
our skin changes from
supple and yearning
to
soft and,
thin.
more-so than all;
i want you,
and in-so longing for you
want you to want
these same simple things.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
whenever you stood
near that window
your sharp shoulder blades
filled the whole of everything
the sea
and
fisherman's boats
the house overflowed
with your shadow.
like the archangel;
and the bright bud of the
evening stars danced there,
in your ears.
that window was
the gateway for all the world,
leading out towards
paradise,
that dear night
where every star was
in full bloom.
so there you stood;
your gaze transfixed
on the sunset.
you reminded me of
a helmsman
steering his ship;
which was our own dwelling.
in that warm blue twilight
of evening
Ahoy!
Away!
i was sailed into that stillness
of the milky way.
but now?
this ship has foundered.
it's rudder, now broken
and in the depths of
the ocean i am
drifting,
alone.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
"tell me you love me"
she said.
"i love you"
i did.
it was there
on that beach that i knew
we'd never
make it out alive.
"we can't stay here"
almost pleading.
"just a little longer"
just a bit.
the gulls came
to check on
your well-being.
the fish sang
sad songs
(D#m)
you decided to leave.
i think part of me
stayed on that
beach.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC
it clings and
hangs.
god!
it's so
cloyingly
thick.
it smothers
and
Pervades,
like
a thick
pea soup.
this crushing
obliteration
that is
a sober
mind.
it is reminder
of longing and
loss.
i wish You were here.
whoever "You" happens to be.
Is this how Debussy felt ?
i can only sit
and stare.
it just hurts too much.
and there aren't words.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC
i dreamt of an open valley
cradled on either side by
a wood of Oak, and Pine,
and Cedar.
and it was there we had built
our house.
a circular affair, with basement
and half buried,
sodden roof.
there was a barn
and two fields.
the first, a sea of green oats,
whistling and waving
their extolations in gratitude.
the second, for us.
rows of vegetable, and fruit.
would you love these rough hands
if they tilled the earth for our children?
i will never offer you
the world,
or riches,
or lavish ornamentation.
i will not offer them because
i do not want them, myself.
perhaps i am simple man;
but in this dream
i was content
we were happy
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
i want you
in these, the
worst of ways
driven
mad,
and mad;
again.
won't you look at me
in this moment of passion ?
i want to see it all
and greedily consume it
to hold it selfishly against me.
the love, and tears, and
pain, and filth, and finality.
the worst of ways.
i want to break you
i want you to beg me,
quivering.
i want to know that most
beautiful of despair
and in that moment
be the sole simulacrum
held in your mind.
the worst of ways.
won't you envelop me gracefully,
and glistening with
such tender
woe?
won't you invite me
to the deepest
parts of self
and rejoice with collapse and release?
the worst of ways.
driven mad,
and mad;
Again.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC
it was done raining
by the time we were done.
you, looking at antiques
and myself, trying not to appear
too interested
or forward.
maybe i should have said so
in the train tunnel.
but there was
amelioration
to the unease.
excitedly,
we ventured to the glass blowing
store, and apart from
the beautiful artisanal works
sat a christmas cactus
in full Bloom.
having never seen it, myself
was wholly enraptured.
what divine prescience that i
should receive this gift
on this day
in all places.
soft pinks and whites
held aloft by the clamoring streets
of succulence.
maybe i should have said so
in the train tunnel.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 1:08 AM UTC