golfers riding mechanical bulls.
puking on street corners.
awkward cops. angry to boot.
***** fights. purple dresses. gold heels.
greasy cheesesteaks.
shuffle board AND bocce ball.
spirit'o'mericuh.
doritos. cool ranch AND nacho cheese.
white and black pin strip cardigans.
breast pumps or sound amplifiers?
****** indie.
photo booth bombs.
hot tea.
cheap whiskey.
expensive cocktails.
sticky icky danky green.
missed shows.
long lines.
wait.
remind me why im here again?

i need to live with a woman
to bring out my
'creative side'
to have an excuse to cook
and to talk to
to drink with
and to fill the room
with laughter
and stories
and passion
and ***
and purest hatred

i need to live with a woman
to get me out of bed in the mornings
and to lean up against in the winter
when it is cold
and there's nothing to get up for
and who will make me long for solitude
and try to remember
what it is like
to be alone
all alone
in a dark room
with the covers pulled up over my face
and not having to share
the sheets

i need to live with a woman
who will inspire me
yet
compromise my work
a woman who i will write poetry
and short stories about
complaining
about how she stops me
from writing poetry
and short stories
by sapping up all my
time
with her love

i need to live with a woman
to walk with
and hold
and experience the things
that are meaningless
experienced alone
to travel with
and journey through life with
until the next one comes along
and who will distract me from
the bleakest nothingness
of in-between

i need a woman to help me
to care for me
and lick my wounds
as i cannot function
as a human being
alone
love may be transient
but it is a welcome
distraction

She put on her dancing shoes,
And twirled in her dress.
He watched her sing,
And the microphone she caressed.
She sang to him,
"You don't have to call me darlin', darlin',
you never even called me by my name."
The room felt warm with spirits.
Other people looked and were jealous.
When would they find what they had? -
Sometimes it seems you find what you are looking for,
When you're not looking at all.
Someone made her a martini,
And she drank every last sip.
A bottle of bourbon was passed,
And she drank a little of it.
The night shifted and swayed like a dance,
And people sang and laughed,
But her eyes were on him,
And his hands on her.
When the music ended,
They staggered home,
Holding each other. -
They fell asleep,
But the music still rang in their ears,
Like tomorrow would never come.

I tried to love you
With every bit of my soul.
But it wasn't enough, i wasn't.
I gave you glimpses of me
The me i kept locked away from everyone else
Vulnerable, broken, needy.
You simply turned and walked away
And like a broken clock am stuck on you.
Your face and smile
Your warm embrace.
You cut me to pieces with your indifference
And still i yearn for you.

How many people have I disappointed?
I do **** and maybe I like it
I don't.
I search for nothing
I grab an apple from the ground when it was supposed to be from a tree above
rootless.
So I'm hated for being naive
But convincing is good
Good for the mind; functioning but discombobulated
Convinced equals the force of what the mass equals in Newtons?
Oh **** it. If it's balanced I'll take it.
I guess that it's better when it was never known.

Can we all just be ****** for a second?
People forget to give anger recognition sometimes
So let me throw **** around and have you watch me
In fact, join me.
Someone finally admitted the problem
That everyone kept to themselves.