Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands

Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands Apr 23

Mystery

I see a monster sleeping against a tree
With seven heads and seven horns and a cursed name
I turn and I frown and the monster is me
And my daughter’s expression is always the same
Up on the stage everyone says she’s old for her age

well he laughed insane and quipped khalil gibran
neon bible

Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands Apr 23

Heaven on Earth

I draw a circle on the floor
You and I sit inside it, while the gentle light invades through the curtains
You sip tea and look at me, I look back at you
Then the light fades and the moment’s gone, something cold enters the air
But you’re still laughing, laughing wickedly, while the violinist in the Belmont chair keeps playing

the width of a circle
in the belmont chair playing violin
from station to station

Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands Apr 23

Has Been Hotel

I stumble out the hotel bar, drunk on wine
The air is wet as I search for a place in the sun
Nembutal takes me from here to eternity
And Joe Strummer, my old enemy
Blares on the radio as I reach for my Kalashnakov

shoot his right profile

Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands Apr 23

Stupidly Happy

I am stupidly happy and don’t know why
It’s a quiet happiness, the kind I haven’t felt in years
The kind I forgot existed
The air is humid and the sky is grey and the rain is falling
And I must be wicked, or privileged, or stupid to be this happy
I must be selfish, delirious, solipsistic
I must be blind to everyone’s suffering

And anyway, I’m procrastinating studying for a test
While sitting alone in silence
I am nostalgic, sad, wistful, lonely
Cruel hurt misunderstood misunderstanding
And happy.
Stupidly happy.

I love you. Yes, you reading this.
You.

Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands Jul 2024

A Backwards Poem

Sometimes words have two meanings.
So listen close because
The wide path leads to a cliff’s edge
But nobody ever told me
I could get away with being tempted
When I was younger, I thought
But now that I’m older, I do
Never thought I’d be on my knees for you
Accepting whatever you ask me to
I believe in
My complete destruction, my sins piling up
Wash away the faith I thought I had
This moment is all I need
I believe in you
I’m not afraid of going to hell anymore.

A bustle in your hedgerow. A hedgerow in your hedgerow. Bustle. Buss buss it baby

Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands Feb 2024

family affair.

I can’t read
I will lay here and be inarticulate
And never express my feelings about my broken family
I will be silent and watch my brother suffer
As he makes all my mistakes and turns into a smarter version of me
Fearing the day my parents find out how detached and numb I’ve become
We all just go in a circle
And I will not learn to speak.

Sad-Eyed Boy of the Lowlands Jan 2024

Judge

I sit and wait for the judge
They say he's too busy to see me
I tell him, I tell him, I tell him
I'm tired from nothing and there is a fence around my brain
And I keep trying to leap frog over it but it doesn't work
And I feel boxed in and empty and boundless
Grasping at straws to express nothing
Just the gentle hum of complacency, what a strange thing to be afraid of
To stay awake at night, busy busy, out of fear
But the judge does not see me
His guard says I have to wait
And this gate was made specially for me
And I don't know what it means
But my inner world is dead and dormant and I should dance on its grave
Never ever giving myself a moment to think again
While the sun sets on my gap year and I'm left in a mad scramble to make sense of it all
The judge bangs his gavel
Bang, bang
Stay out of my courtroom

non linear thought is great

#kafka