How the hell
am I supposed to say
“I ‘like’ you”
If I can’t even truthfully say
“I like me too”

And how am I even
Suppose to justify,
“I think we’d be good
For each other”
If I’m not even good for me.

No really,
Tell me why you think,
“This will last”
Even remotely reflects
Me as a person.

I’m still waiting! for
Some Cosmic Being to
Fall to terra to tell me that He
“See[s] her in [my] future.”
But no such apocalypse has befallen my Earth.

So just tell her
“‘he ‘likes’ you’”
So I can get on with
Ruining this faster.
And can go back to wallowing in self hatred.

I want it all so I can throw it away
You heard me right, that’s what I say

I want to study and get a degree
And get a job in the big city.

Then I’ll save and live off crumbs
And grow my wealth while I take none

And at ten years I’ll say I’m through
And I’ll sell my stuff, the apartment too.

I’ll use the funds to move out west
To California, that would be best.

I’ll buy a place, just big enough for me
And a new guitar to play by the sea.

I’ll learn and grow in all new ways
That can’t be taught in school these days.

I’ll meet new chums and live for the tunes
And never go back to society’s ruins

Unless my music is a real success
Or this poetry stuff, which is just a mess

And really who knows? I might meet the one
And as for kids? Well we’ll have none

And I’ll be happy knowing I’ll have changed
And broken the curse that’s born with my name

But really I just want to lose it all
And live like I’ll die, but resist death’s call.

Boxford (Trees)

Something wicked
Towering over
All that lives below,
All seems quiet
Until a storm initiates
Armageddon on the lives beneath.

Newburyport (Snowball Fight)

You ever hang out
With a dude you think
Is a complete dip-****
But then you realize,
After a wholesome
Snowball fight, that
He’s actually still *******
Terrible?

Salem (Fake Witches)

Demons are supposed
To be horrifying-
Morbid creatures
Who wish the destruction
Of all mortal begins.
So yes, I’d consider
You salem freaks
“witches.”

Haverhill (Badasses)

The towers here are
Reinforced with pure
Awesomeness-
If something was going
To fall, it would have
Done so already.

Dogtown (Real Witches)

The four mile hike
Was terrifying.
Each sound
Proliferating
In my mind
As we walked.
There were witches there alright,
And at anytime, they could extend
A cold hand and pull you into the night.

Plum Island (Heath)

Oh ******* ****,
My tank is low
Why did I drive
So far alone?
It’s cold and baren
Not a life form in sight,
I’m about to break down-

-And campout for the night.

They've all got this gait,
this way that they walk
all pretentious and frustrated,
which mirrors their talk.

The man hasn't shaved in nearly a week,
so sharp patchy hairs leak out of his cheek
and something smells awful, it clings to his clothes
it's ***, and it follows wherever he goes.

The woman is painted in fantastic makeup
it's wet and smudged; she's afraid of a breakup
She asserts herself to me at the counter
her tongue is a blade and her words are all sour

The son, who's probably no older than seven
is stupid and young and loves both his parents.
and ever since mommy has ran out of luck
He's learned some new words like ****, ****, and ****.

"new daddy" says them when he's home from work
and mommy gets mad and calls him a ****,
and she tells her one son to go play with toys
but he can still hear them and that terrible noise-

-of her hitting the floor.

So yeah, they're at laser quest
they're suppose to have fun
but the kid is too small
to have his own gun.

so what does the ****** do
who's here with his "wife?"
they ignore their one son
like he's not part of their life.

I'm sorry, but you ******* are here for your son
if you wanted alone time, don't tease him with fun
he's small and impressionable; he’s had a bad start
The least you can do is give him some heart.