Some days I wake up,
And the rent is due,
The cable is off,
My car won’t start
My job is the one I swore to quite months ago
Nothing can be done till payday
And I don’t care, I got the day off.
I can spend the whole day trying to pickle myself inside a SoCo bottle.

Everyone you meet takes something,
Leaves something with you.
Some get their hooks in and stay.
And stay.
And it will hurt to tear them out.
I close my eyes and pull.

I pull because we are the words of those around us.
So I pull
And pull more,
and pull more.
And tear more,
and give more .

Then I look back and see all the hooks behind me,
The hooks I put in other.
I hope they hurt,
Simply to balance the equation

I don’t hate love
And I don’t love hate
But I find the sour taste
Is best.
It reminds us what is sweet.

People disappoint on all fronts.

In every way you hoped they wouldn't.

In every way they swear against

People disappoint every day in ways they don't even know.

So I am Yin, and others are too.

Some are Yang, and I know not what they do.

But it is beautiful we are half of one

And not simply two.

Stone face of my childhood has cracked
The man who made me fear him, god, and the devil.
Now makes me pity him.
His thunder is gone and . . .
His mind goes all the time
I notice the jumps between visits.
I live far away.
The fall from human to . . .
To dust.
It is happening before my eyes.
And I weep for the inevitable.
This is the nature of things.
I am the son, I must watch him become once again
Stardust blowing across the ground.

The wine plays tricks on young mortals
On occasions bathed in pale sunlight
Reason will be lost lost well before dawn
The youth cannot rest
Till only caveman instincts persist

Do not try and hid, nor sleep
The youth will scream you awake
And the youth will give you drugs
And the youth will drag you across town
And shove you into basements, backseats,
Dive bars, dorm rooms, and late night beaches
With swimsuits strongly discouraged.

And the youth will leave you be
Only when the youth has burned you up
Leaving you to the heap of a soul you have left
The youth came last night
To finish me off.
They came with whiskey and women.
And I succumbed to the temptation
Of another blurred night.