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glass can May 2013
Keats was twenty-four
when he wrote, "To Autumn"
then he died of tuberculosis
when he was twenty-five.

I will be twenty
in twenty-six days.

In one thousand,
eight hundred,
and fifty-two days,

I will have outlived Keats' age.

so it is then,
that I will decide,
if I am a

has-been or **never-was
glass can May 2013
"I don't know just where I'm going"

Arms encircled around porcelain, clean,
wavering strength, and eyes closing feebly

"when I'm rushing on my run, and I feel just like jesus son"

There are many more people than I want to see.
I pull up against the wall and, for balance, I lean

"and I guess that I just don't know, and I guess that I just don't know."

whiskey, for the Father
marijuana, for the Son
prescriptions, just for me

"I have made the big decision, I'm gonna try and nullify my life"

Still though, Lou Reed isn't dead, just clean
and so, this night, just won't bode well for me

"it shoots up the dropper's neck, when I'm closing in on death"

It is hard to remain dignified when in a wasted state, vomiting.

"You can't help me now guys, all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk"

It is hard to remain dignified when someone attacks my integrity.

"And you can all go take a walk"

It is hard to remain dignified when I am acting so senselessly.

"Oh, and I guess that I just don't know,
oh, and I guess that I just don't know "

I try to sleep through,
while foreign fingers swirl softly on my sides, to feel my *******.

"And that blood is in my head,
then thank God that I'm as good as dead"

I try to sleep through,
while a small ring lies atop of a postcard, with an Indian head.

"then thank your God that I'm not aware,
and thank God that I just don't care"

I guess, I just don't know.

"and I guess I just don't know
and I guess I just don't know."*

after the echo, I need to leave.
so I go, again, and press repeat.
Play the song, through.
glass can May 2013
Upside down is my right side up
With too-thin skin, splayed legs
and lips ****** of substance,
I lie quietly on rumpled sheets.

a word some say that I've said too much:
s-o-r-r-y sorry sorry sorry

It loses sincerity when uttered often,
but I am sorry, I haven't said it enough.

is my chagrin charming?
is my self-deprecation darling?

(no response)

I'm told (insert compliment).
I believe it, I have heard.
I both love and loathe myself.

******* and flagellation,
brought on by the same hand
penance, paid; insatiable, still

Just sit, ******
and watch a martyr at work.
glass can Apr 2013
In filling the voids of others,
I feel like I'm filling my own.

(I wish I had said)
maybe unfinished, maybe not
glass can Apr 2013
It is utterly inexplicable and incredibly difficult
to properly pin down a scrap of an idea of anything, or even feeling
for you, for me,
                 or for both you and me.

I don't mind now,
but I'll mind if you do.
But, I'm okay, alone.

+++++

But still, I know something and
I don't know much about this something or not,
but I know these few things:

first,
I've felt compelled to you longer than I'd care to say
second,
I think I would prefer for you to stay, or at least that I would*

      *
if you ask, or even give an inclination you want me to,
    because I don't know if you do,
  and that is what worries me.
glass can Apr 2013
you:** stuck in a bivouac that I said I outgrew
me: taking my wants from some list I once knew

I constantly compound, touching just grinds,
for ever-expanding still means there are binds.

Now that I have it, I sputter, all spent
My strengthening will? Only stands bent.
Shaking, I spit, then sway where I stand.
Uncertainty forces a reach for more hands

I had come unglued, and you’d had no clue,
now I lie awake, losing memories of you.
A catalyst came, yet something is waning,
so I ask myself, from what is this draining?
glass can Apr 2013
With dogeared pages and vanilla smell
old, good books are all fine and well.

But, I can say, I'd much rather mind
kissing my way
                     down a drowsy man's spine.
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