darling* there's no need to
fret
depression is my life's right
set
baby don't you
worry
self hatred is my soul's fate,
surely
dear don't shed a useless
tear
because you'll forget about me
in only a
year
babe don't be scared to walk
away
i've been alone my whole life
anyway.

I drink and I drink until plastered.
For drinking is one art I've mastered.
It takes all my dough
To stay this drunk though,
So buy me a drink you cheap *******.

do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

Not a wink
Of sleep
Mind wondering
To some new
far off place
a map
with routes
I cannot retrace

when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.