At 10pm
We lie with naked skin
Together
Blue from the moon
She tells me
He yelled at her
Threw stuff at her on
Tuesday
‘I told him that he just threw away
‘All of his ‘I Love Yous...’
She says
As she gets up
Walks to her clothes
‘So he’s at zero?’
I ask
She nods yes
&
Comes over for a kiss
&
It’s passionate
&
I whisper in her ear
What she doesn’t want to hear
Leaves with tears
He gets off at
Midnight
And it’s
1-0
Me

And on his deathbed...
He’d said his goodbyes
To his family first
His colleagues second
And finally his college roommates
And cronies
They asked him of any wishes
Anything left unsaid
‘I’ve always wanted to see...
‘Niagara Falls...’
Gasping for air
In the middle of the night
Found them placing
Their friend in a barrel
And putting it into the raging waters
And over the side it went
His death ruled a
Suicide
It’s good to have literal friends

There should be a
Hello **** Poetry
Site
For soccer moms
Basement dwellers
Gothers
And those who
Think they can write

‘This is how we feel...’
Is what I’ll hear
But I’ll tread without fear
Take my time
To rhyme
For about 80% of my poetry
Is **** too

Ask my exes
My 2nd year creative writing
Teacher ms Larson
Would agree
‘Your Words go nowhere Eric...’
Except to
Hello **** Poetry

Just because we are friends with
Darkness
Doesn’t mean it wants to be
Friends
With us...

If
You’re gonna run from the cops
Do it when you’re young
Young enough for them
To release you to your parents
But do it once
If
You’re gonna fall in love
Do it when you’re old
Old enough for you
To forget all the loves before her
Let her be the last woman you love
If

I predict that this generation
Will have the most number
Of ghosts
After they have died

These ghosts will realize
What wasted lives they led
While alive
But
Still want to be seen
And
Liked...