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3.8k · Aug 2020
OnlyFans
Pockets Aug 2020
Onlyfans has made me realize something about myself
If any of my friends come up to me and say
“hey for 5 bucks you can see me naked”
Hell why not
1.3k · Aug 2020
Change
Pockets Aug 2020
We all want change 
But we don't wanna change 

We say keep the change
Like we don't need the change
Like we've never counted out dimes to buy cigarettes or beans

We're 2000 miles over on an oil change 
We don't like to think about what we can change 

We change our mind
We change our hair
We change our *** 
We change our friends

We change the channel 

But we don't change

We don't wanna change 
How can you change what makes you the same

Winds change and we get blown away
Because we don't wanna change 

Isn't that strange
1.1k · Aug 2020
TED Talk
Pockets Aug 2020
She makes small talk feel like a TED talk
She makes me feel like I know nothing at all
She’s too smart for me
I stumble when I speak
I’m drunk driving through this conversation
She is an agnostic angel
I’m a whiskey priest
But I only wanna get drunk off what she can teach
And I don’t know if she cares about how I preach
A lesson in pseudoscience in her backseat
Leaves us in an afterglow of creative problem solving

We agree to disagree
1000 · Aug 2020
The Coyote Walks
Pockets Aug 2020
There’s no traffic in the canyon
Just hitch hiking coyotes
That *** to many cigarettes
But always have good stories
All they want is a play boy bunny
To scratch them behind the ears
Where the truck stop soap always collects
They are simple like that
That’s why I never fear all the teeth in their smiles
Dull and worn down by all the miles
They have put on those paws
When we pulled into the next town
They nodded and got off
Back to the puppies
Or back to no life at all
The sun beams down
The coyote walks
990 · Aug 2020
Springtime in Birmingham
Pockets Aug 2020
It was march
At the farmers market
Still kinda cold outside
There were people selling their odds and ends
And vendors selling fruit inside
At the back of the lot
Set an old taco truck
That sold tacos for a dollar a pop
I had 3 and a glass bottle coke
And wondered if I should buy
strawberries or not
958 · Aug 2020
To All of You
Pockets Aug 2020
You
You *******
You are everything
I still think about that summer
We use to get high on Adderall and play Life is Strange
Go to flea malls and never buy a thing
Watch ****** movies, walk around the lake
You were my best friend
No one could take your place
I remember cuddling in the mornings
Not getting out of bed till the afternoon
The light dripping through the windows
Bouncing around the room
You are so beautiful
We were so young
I’ll never forget those moments
Though, those days are long gone
941 · Aug 2020
Ireland
Pockets Aug 2020
Drinking
Dreaming of Ireland
Dreaming of freedom
The kind of freedom America only promises
Green Fields
Coffee
Whiskey
Red headed women
Dutch gold Dublin dew
Wrapped in a brown paper bag
Ireland
I wish I was there with you
but the world had other plans
My love
My home
Ill see you soon
Or die trying
937 · Aug 2020
Birmingham
Pockets Aug 2020
Birmingham I am your first born Ex husband
Birmingham I am 3rd avenue north
Birmingham I am the hands of Vulcan
Birmingham I am an abandoned race course
Birmingham I am your Bob Dylan
Basquiat and Bukowski
Birmingham I am nothing
Birmingham I am blue
Birmingham I’m yours if you let me
Birmingham I am you
928 · Aug 2020
My Girl is a Cigarette
Pockets Aug 2020
My girl is a cigarette

She’s a Lucky Strike
She won’t last me through the night

No matter how hard I draw on the conversation
I can’t spark her imagination

There’s nothing I can say
To make her a **** in my ashtray
901 · Aug 2020
Thinking
Pockets Aug 2020
Here I sit
Feeling like ****
Eyes red
***** blue
Reading haikus
Drinking cheap *****
Tryin’ to find that spark
If not to write
Then at least light my cigarette
So I can smother myself out
And go on to bed
842 · Aug 2020
Gardening
Pockets Aug 2020
Wake up
Spill some seed
Dig a hole
Plant yourself at the type writer keys
Water with whiskey
Give it some time
That’s how you grow the best lines
842 · Aug 2020
A Dozen Chinese Menu
Pockets Aug 2020
I guess I was amassing a collection
So I could show my children all the places I’ve ate

Like little milestones

All the places I’ve had dead end dates

All the places I’ve gorged myself
Having just got off work
Or just smoked a bowl
Either way I felt deserving of a feast

All the places I shared stories with friends
All the places we shared kisses before we went in

All the orange chicken I ate to help sober up
All the take out I ordered when we broke up
And that one place I found out I was allergic to shrimp and threw up

Yeah I remember it all
The egg rolls, the soup, the soy sauce
The painting of pandas or dragons
The red lanterns
All the motifs
You seemingly needed to run an establishment
Like this

There are the stand outs
The Lucky Star whose pork fried rice was just cut up Slim Jims
The Panda House who treated me less like a customer and more like a friend
If I didn’t come around, they would call and ask where I had been

It didn’t matter if it was in a mall or in my small home town
I always found comfort in this other culture’s food
So while I’m waiting for all those fountain cookies to come true
I guess I’ll look back over these dozen Chinese menus
776 · Aug 2020
Stoned
Pockets Aug 2020
Will the people I get ****** with
Put stones on my grave
When the masses decide to stone me
Will they laugh or turn away
When there’s roaches in the kitchen
And not in the ash try
Will they look for someone better
Or will they stick with me till it’s okay
757 · Aug 2020
School
Pockets Aug 2020
Sleep ran away with the sheep
It Made me wonder how I messed up counting
Now it’s 2 am and I’m struggling with the math
Adding in distractions
As the hours subtract
I wish I was back in class
All I did was sleep then If only I could do that now
Maybe I need to be laying on a note book and pencil
While I listen to some old person *****
that ill need to know this
You know Thinking about it tho ain’t that some ****
School couldn’t even teach me how to sleep
Yet they try to value
the weight of your dreams
707 · Aug 2020
You are home
Pockets Aug 2020
Kissing your door knobs
Trying to find your light switch
When I am with you I am home
As soon as I come in you strip off all my clothes
And let me know I am welcome here
When I am with you I am an unlocked door
Anything that is mine is yours
The currents
the drapes
The window into a past from which I try to escape
When we step into the shower
And wash the world from each others backs
I want you to be the only thing that takes their place
We lay in bed and hum like microwaves
Till ceiling fan finally falls asleep
668 · Aug 2020
Robots
Pockets Aug 2020
Out of adolescence
turned into metal men
We sit if front of computers
Run programs
Run for promotions
Run from what made us human
The smiles of yesterday have no place on a machine
Cold steel cold heart cold being
The sun never shines inside
Whether that be the office or your mind
We are not what we were
We are not what we were wanted us to be
We are robots surrounded by robots
In a metal city so unforgiving
623 · Aug 2020
The mind as a house
Pockets Aug 2020
There’s mold in the attic
Next to the instillation and between the ears
so many people wanna condemn this place
Yet they have never lived here
They didn’t see it when it was new and beautiful
Before the outside world formed cracks in its foundation
Before years of storms leaked in and rotted memories
All the world sees is foreclosed eyes
That’s why they are so blind
Always trying to tear us down
Instead of building us back up
Then they wonder why we put locks on are doors
And plywood over the windows
They only wanna see something new
Even if its not there own
Some people houses look just like mine
Some peoples minds are abandoned homes
584 · Aug 2020
Global warming
Pockets Aug 2020
Cows graze in the grass
Caterpillars eat leaves
Humans ate the whole world
Turning God’s oasis into a feast
571 · Aug 2020
Sim City
Pockets Aug 2020
In a small town with big dreams
A girl named Chicago
Plays sim city
She builds the skylines
She will one day design
But until then her mom
says video games are just a waste of time
563 · Aug 2020
Root
Pockets Aug 2020
Those who don't go with the wind
Will be shaped by it
Their blood will be waves
Their minds will be canyons
They will be shaped to a fertile and forgiving landscape
So that those who get carried by the wind
Will have a safe place to land
551 · Aug 2020
typing...
Pockets Aug 2020
I'm back to not sleeping again
I'm back to doing drugs without my friends
I'm back to nothing
An empty room
An empty bottle
A full head and ashtray
I wish I could close my eyes and go to bed
But I just can't
548 · Aug 2020
Coffee
Pockets Aug 2020
People have a lot in common with coffee
Some of us are sweeter than others
Some of us taste of spice
Some of us are black
Some of us are brown
Some have too much milk and turn out white
Some of us are cheap
Some of us are not
Some of us are free
Some of us are not
We all came from different places
We all have different names
Americano, cappuccino, caramel latte
But as we all gather in this coffee shop
Only one thing is true
Coffee is coffee
What you make yourself is up to you
524 · Aug 2020
Plans for the weekend
Pockets Aug 2020
Beer for breakfast
Liquor for lunch
Drunk by dinner
Out by 1
395 · Aug 2020
I Love You
Pockets Aug 2020
Te amo means I love you
Wǒ ài nǐ means I love you
je t'aime means I love you
I love you means I love you
But when you say it
It don’t mean ****
383 · Aug 2020
Journey
Pockets Aug 2020
Everyday is a highway
Every hour a missed exit
Life is just a truck stop
Till you make up your mind on the destination
374 · Aug 2020
Menu Music
Pockets Aug 2020
The cat licks it's ***
While the mice run free
The menu music plays
For ratatouille on DVD
I’m to lazy to press play
I'd rather listen to django
And watch the cat lick it's ***
I wonder if any of the mice know how to cook if that's a
skill that can only be learned by rats

The menu loops again
371 · Aug 2020
Haiku
Pockets Aug 2020
Black Sabbath baptist
Sings heavy metal gospel
Every Sunday morn
368 · Aug 2020
Aquarium
Pockets Aug 2020
We are fish in an aquarium
Swimming all around
We live our lives in circles
Screaming to get out
We all are different colors
We all have different backgrounds
But this tank that we’re trapped in
Makes us all the same now

The manna that rains from heaven
Makes us fight like thieves
Some of us eat our children
Some of us starve in the street
The bigger fish are greedy
They never skip a meal
The little fish band together
And decide who they will ****

One day we will bite the hand that feeds us
When we get fed up with this life
We’re tired of being performers
For the master’s prying eye
We would rather starve than go on living  
this kind of lie
That if we keep on swimming
Then everything will be alright
358 · Aug 2020
NEWS
Pockets Aug 2020
Have you heard
The news
So blue it’s black
So sad its not even tragic
These stories
Theses tales
From Virginia
From a Birmingham jail
This is America
This is right now
This is how it always has been
We just refused to listen
Just another victim
To a broken system
Sure it feels better to be numb
But it doesn't feel good
We all get tired from staying woke
but how can you sleep
With death at your backdoor
Holding a badge and a gun
No warrant
Warrants this kind of response
Where is the revolution
If its not being televised
332 · Aug 2020
Platitudes
Pockets Aug 2020
It'll be alright
It'll be okay
Little white lies I tell every single day

Well, that is if you believe what Doug has to say
I believe they’re true
It’s not a platitude
It's an attitude
If you want to be a schmuck, that's up to you
But me… I ain't got time to feel blue
261 · Aug 2020
Drunk Mechanic
Pockets Aug 2020
Red face, shaky hands
Too many screwdrivers
Can throw a wrench into the best of plans
It’ll take a lot to fix this mechanic
But with a little elbow grease
And something to eat
He’ll be running like new
Just you see
226 · Aug 2020
untitled
Pockets Aug 2020
Lets get drunk and pretend were in love
So when we wake up lonely tomorrow
We will at least have a sweet memory
Of what never was
224 · Aug 2020
Love at the end
Pockets Aug 2020
What an ******* I must be
To have the audacity
To fall in love
As the world is ending
To stand face to face with hate
And not hesitate
To say I’m in love
Fully and wholeheartedly in love
With the world
With the girl
With the feeling that feeling this good should never be criminal
If this is our last hora
Lets make it loud
So We got a soundtrack
when the building start to crumble down
223 · Aug 2020
The Pen
Pockets Aug 2020
Hit the pen
Pick up the pen
Bleed ink
Till you’re free of sin
These poems are confessions
These poems are life lessons
That I was second guessing
Mistaking curses for blessings
One night stands
Instead of weddings
Who I am
Is foretelling
Of where I’ll be
Heading
The world’s ending
Is Armageddon
And I know what I’ll be regretting

All the poems in the world
Won’t get me into heaven
212 · Aug 2020
Rainbows
Pockets Aug 2020
Rainbows are made
When the sun ***** the rain
A beautiful display of love
Colorful and gay
205 · Aug 2020
Fleas
Pockets Aug 2020
Fleas ****
Flies ****
You ****
I ****
And when we ****
It sure does feel like love

*******
**** me
**** everything

What the ****
Would I even do
If I didn’t meet someone
As ******* special as you
180 · Aug 2020
Who I am
Pockets Aug 2020
Hi
My name is pockets
and
I don't write poetry

I write soup kitchen fortune cookies
I write narcotic fueled nocturnes
I write speeches for the speechless
pornographic lamentations
questionable quotations
And a bunch of filthy words

But I don’t write poetry
Cause nothing I’ve ever said
has been that beautiful
175 · Aug 2020
Infinite
Pockets Aug 2020
One day I will write my last words
Then they can be counted
But until then I am infinite
I can always get better
I can always get worse
Even if I stop for awhile
I will always have words

Do not ever let anyone tell you
That you have lost it
That you are ready to be counted
If you still have blood in your brain
And ink on your tongue
You are infinite
The alpha the omega
The beginning the end
Let your words be the 2nd coming
While your still here
You are no number
You are everything
166 · Aug 2020
One Last Thing
Pockets Aug 2020
One last poem
One last cigarette
One last beer then I’m off to bed





















Wait, wait!
Just one more thing to get off my head
144 · Aug 2020
Time
Pockets Aug 2020
I think I'm gonna **** my alarm clock
Then father time
Spend the rest of my days
Trying to catch up with these children of mine
I wanna be the dad I never had
Before I get to old to do it
Then I wanna take my wife by her hands
wind her up one last time
And make love
until we both die
135 · Aug 2020
Trespassing
Pockets Aug 2020
In my defense the door said employees only
I just didn’t know I had to be employed here
106 · Aug 2020
Where the words come from
Pockets Aug 2020
they always come late in the night
Right before I close my eyes
Right before I end the day
they come fast and beg me to stay awake
But many times I'm to tired
I let them die in vain

But if the words make a good impression
Then I will roll over and immortalize
There names

— The End —