Do you ever wonder what it would be like
to lose your nuts in the desert,
witness your body
explode
in a pink cloud of goo
& wake up from a coma
missing not one,
but both ******* legs.
I often think about
how hard it would be
to balance on metal legs ball-less,
Then suddenly,
after short contemplation,
my **** doesn't seem so bad after all.
At least I can run
without toppling,
jump
without losing a leg,
and still have kids
balling.

The pills are working,
I'm not anxious anymore.
Thank God for modern medical
technology.
No joke.
At $60.00 US a bottle,
I figure by the end of the year,
I'll be sane
& ******* broke,
like the rest of the Country.
That's crazy.

great distance
as i climb up
from my mind
into my soul

I'm not in the mood to write a poem
I'd rather look at you, I'd rather read you
Your body is poetry!* I can't challenge that
I'd rather not break my darling gaze
You are the most beautiful poem yourself

and now she's hurt
and she's screaming at me
she needs to erupt the anger
on someone other than him
because he made her cry
he made her sad
he abused her
and he treated her bad
and now she's calling me
and shouting
asking questions i cant answer
"why are doing this to me?!"
she can't say this to him
he won't apologize
he won't listen
so she vents out on me
and pretends i am him
a ritual of throwing stones
to a man made of straw
but she won't stone him
apparantly he's made of copper
no actually he's not
because copper dents too
he's just a bigger rock
and i'm still a man of straw
look how i fall
the rocks are crumbling me
every word she says
in her trembling voice
i feel her pain so much
but i dont have a choice
i have to listen to her
i have to keep at it
i'll take all her curses
if it makes her feel better
or if it solves anything
i'm still echoing her in my head
her pain has become mine
but she was on the bus
with her phone dying
and i was at home
silently crying