If I had unlimited money
I'd light all these poems up
Giving the poets the credit
They deserve
Always for the smaller guy
All day, every day

My love is like a sickness
A bringer of disease
It infects all those it touches,
Destroys all that it sees.

Your love is like a razor,
It cuts me to the core.
With promises of passion,
Like all the times before.

This love is like a poison,
With no known remedy.
It weaves between our souls,
And ***** all life from me.

I long to feel your touch,
And your lips upon my skin.
But the love we have between us,
Is nothing more than sin.

Now I'll slip away,
And wipe you from my mind.
You are a shadow on my heart,
And I'll leave your love behind.

If he only likes you when your clothes are off
You know you have the wrong candidate for your special heart
Keep them on
That's the old trick in the book that's shamingly overused
Shine your humanity onto me
Not your body
That's for later if a connection is ever fully established
It should be the last thing on the bucket list of bonding.

Some people die in Texas.
Some people die in Spain.
Some people die in their sleep.
Some people die in pain.

We were all in love with trauma.
We were all in love with the same
ideas we projected onto people
and disguised with their name.

I don't live in nine-eleven-land
and neither do my peers.
I've been monitored by other people's Gods
for twenty-two ******* years.
Coffee pots and cigarettes
stimulate my day
and keep the thoughts streaming,
that eventually fade away.

Some people die in Utah.
Some people die in Prague.
Some people never get married
or have the family dog.

We were all in love with status.
We were all in love with goals
that would make life poignant
and make ourselves whole.

I don't subscribe to the thought
that my thoughts necessarily matter.
If life is a horror movie,
then I'm the fake blood splatter.
Bible thumps and dead eyes,
are all part of my design,
and how I live and where I die
means to separate my mind.

I like the light overcast
Its not too sunny or too dark
Its just right
The perfect amount of coverage of the scorching sun
I hope you get the best of this and gave fun
Because I know I will.
Overcasts make everything much cooler