i saw you in the frozen food isle
unintentionally thawing everything out
making the manager mad
i wanted to stop and talk
and tell you this joke i heard about a pharmacist's daughter
but i hadn't seen my own reflection in fifteen minutes

i quickly became the antagonist
crushing up dead leaves
and sprinkling them on your bones
throwing a bowl of honey nut cheerios
in a public swimming
leveling the plain
creating a crater

lift your chin, over encumbered soul
this is not the part where you quit
the townsfolk pray for you
the city folk prey on you

a wise man once sang
and the words uttered still remain true
*it's the freakin' weekend
baby i'm bout to have me some fun

my ears begin to burn a bright red
like the leftover embers from someone's
beach front campfire
narrow eyes and paranoid mind says to me
*someone's talkin ****

i stand up
make my way to the door
pat down my pockets once more
wallet
keys
phone
that's everything
puzzled i paused
my eyes look to my forehead
as if to find the answer
i feel like i'm missing something
then with smile and chuckle i
remember
it's you

my father lied on a bed of death
sicklied over with the ailments.
he had given up a long time ago
and now was waiting for it to takes toll
and when his finally breath spoke to the room
i was not there.
i was not able to bid him farewell
and express everything he meant to me
before he traveled to where ever
it was he was going.
probably heaven
it would be the lord's loss not to accept him.
i cried as his head rose with life
my eyes flooded with tears were diminished
as he whisper to me
that he couldn't leave
before he was finished
and then he was gone for good

everytime
it never fails
i wonder if you're this way with every guy you know
pleas tell me you're not

i could
rhyme every word
it would
be absurd
but i could do it
to sound fluent
and appease
these more traditional fans
of poetry
a theme i'll never understand
it seems the mainstream
will always be a dream to me
so i'll stick to my style
and what i've learned
the quickest way to get
my misled emotions on paper
a little bit of obscurity
with a rhyme here and there
to keep myself aware
that i am mediocre at best

this moment is screaming
for you to reach out and touch her
t-rex arms

i've never been a hunter
far too content to watch and wait
for the perfect opportunity
to do absolutely nothing

i'll name this laziness ADD
he will justify my inability to get **** done

we must stage a coup
to free him from this oppressive heart
that has seized control of his actions
there will be violent riots in the veins
and looting in the arteries
we will toss crates of testosterone like tea
into the harbors of the bones in his face
flushed red and full of rust
they have neglected to consider what he needs
and only lust over what he wants
we will break the chain mil armor of adoration
and tear down propaganda named infatuation
and free him from this oppressive heart

we watched a movie tonight
the interview isn't very romantic
but you sat next to him
slithering him who talks to you
the lies i would tell you with brutal truth
over his pronged tongue
with the lighFUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

erecting the walls
knowing the ones who travel
to knock them down
and more valuable than the ones who only call

when sentiments don't work
a long neck bottle will be my final resort

everything that comes out your mouth
comes in with autotune and reverb
repeat transmission. again.
i want to hear and believe
it's just hard to conceive
that someone like you could love someone like me

if i could add
to my convulsive impulsive
body of work i would
if words could become
overplayed they would
so no matter how much these words create us
i may be nearing a hiatus

i ask you
with quivering voice
what love was or is
or where it went
past, present, future
worth every cent
as you swam your way
through the wet cement
close enough to say
but not close enough to be correct

often times i've tried
to make cigarette and regret rhyme
but the irony and cliche
collectively became far to heavy to hold

we had lunch today
popeye's isn't very romantic
but there was candles lit
in every breath you took
the lobby abounding with carnivorous service member
yet we were alone together
laughing at the lynched television in the restaurants corner

you left me obsolete
to lie among the flip phones
and rounded tv's

the incessant words
you find so necessary
they are not, **** boi

sometimes the words travel
down a necessary path of self discovery
that bends and twist through
mountains of expression
before they are ripe to be picked

but sometimes the quickest way
from point B to point A
is a straight line

i've been having this problem
ever since i signed next to the X
superiors jealous
because my combover is the best

your beauty is like numbers
i can't put it into words

i can see your castle walls
from my bedroom window
i've been hiding under the mattress
counting the lines in the corner
only to put everything in perspective

there's this place i know
where it snows elegant white
where the graceful glow gallivants
with dangerous defiance in night.
to draft correspondence is criminal
and would force their hand
to eradicate infected people like myself
this place is anywhere you and i
share words and air

if i had been abused as a child
i would write about that
if i was a world war veteran
i would share stories of loss and pain
if i was a pirate sailing the 7 seas
i would sing songs of ***** and gold
if i was a **** selling dope by the dime
see "pirate"
but instead it's your guts spilling vicariously through my pen

i love every stupid joke you tell
all your quirky punch lines
bringing me closer to shore
even the ones i don't get right away
because they soar high above my head

can't we just be friends
no
i respond to my own frivolous inquiry

this is so much bigger than you and i
a view of the sky
a difficult sight to find
the only prerequisite being that you stand outside

at the pinnacle of depression
a man can justify anything
in his own mind, nothing makes sense
but his own my mind.

use those beautiful words
you wield with an expert's precision
to convince this man to convince himself
to take the stairs

sometimes the trailer is better than the movie
perhaps we'll recast for the sequel

you thought yourself so subtle
and follies so few
but to be brutally honest, sweetheart
i've met puddles jealous of you

deaf
dumb
lame
and ******* stupid
struck in the ***
*by a **** named cupid

nostalgia is a bitter town
its playground once plagued
with tiny giggling clowns
now swings a somber gold
and sings a soliloquy of untold
stories pinned to a plywood crucifix
the building which housed books
that usurped the position of absent tutors
are now antiquated password protected computers
and the potholes mapped out on my bike tires
are now paved over and the roads are called liars

i relish these nights out
tongue and hands dance off
she smiled the lights out
*and my pants off

Why, O Lord,
In your wisdom that knows no bounds,
Must you architect man's hands
To not penetrate with ease
Onto the narrow cavity of thy cheez-it box?

my binge drinking addiction
blamed for my phalangeal affliction
a panoramic depiction
*that i have issues

take a moment to save
the way we behave
take a moment to say
we're alive and okay
take a moment to crave
the things you deserve anyway
take a moment to slave
over friends through window panes
take a moment to portray
every feeling on a blank page
take these moments to the grave
because it's been way way way
too long since you've seen a day like today

one more dies from injures obtained
the death toll rises
but the number of people hurt decreases

these diabetic dreams
won't sleep until they've devoured
every sweet word you say

whether you steel or iron
either way you'll have some fresh *** clothes

it starts with one
one touch
or glance
or voice heard
across a crowded mall food court

then it becomes two
two people
in sync
or harmony
or a hand-me-down car
with hearts convulsing and palms sweating

eventually it becomes zero
but we'll cross that bridge
never if god permits

you make me uncomfortable
in the most romantic way

i sharpened my blade
preparing for this duel
an inevitable loss
but i fought all the same
to keep you from my

*brain

every opportunity
wasted

often i wonder
if i would know
when tragedy strikes
fight or flight
or cut my height
in half in defeat
would my knees become new feet?
would i just beg for mercy?

i'd like to think
that if one of my heart's share holders
was greeted by a gunman's greed
his devil commissioned deed
my name would be in the papers

keep it steady
for if we capsize
and do cartwheels with the blue
it's going to become exponentially
harder for me to love you

she's a dreamer
i can see it when she talks
her shadow couldn't keep her
from conversing with the stars
she became so far
out of my reach
the price of a peach