JRBarclay

JRBarclay Jul 2010

Pouring out fluids
like we're in a drought
you're so dry
you can't even pout
I left you there
Like a worn out rag
you're not that hot
I can't even brag
my excuse is petty
my pride is nil
there ain't no *****
that my **** can't fill
so by happenstance
I fell into
a gorgeous lookin' red head
***** just like you
I took her on a date
and then we kissed
I tried to put it in her
but then I missed
it then came
to my surprise
I'm more or less useless
I could see it in her eyes
I tried to adapt
and play it off smooth
there was no going back
that would be uncouth
I gave her a smile
and that was that
I could kick myself, truth
where was my mind at?

copyright J.R.Barclay 2010

JRBarclay Jun 2010

A True Story

The couch was a large beating heart
I snuggled in deep and felt its pulse
The coffee table was a cliff overlooking
a vast carpet desert extending for what seemed like eons
The walls were bright yellow in the dim morning light
waving and gasping and holding the ceiling aloft
The flashing of the green 12:00 on my ancient VCR
swiveling and pivoting uncontrollably in the damp air
Lou Reed softly hums and wails
Everything is moving yet staying perfectly aligned
Outside the trees make love in swaying sweetness
Kissing the clouds as they hover slightly above
the streetlights glow with angelic halos of orange and purple
I am alone in this brilliant time
and these are the best Boomers I've ever had.

JRBarclay Jun 2010

High Gravity Questions

Your liquid is
leaking
all over my table
yet
you stand tall
beckoning me
4:13 with no mercy
please save
me
drink me
drink me
light another
cigar
...ette
Miette? Miette?
Me yet?
How does this
make sense to
a Frenchman?
How come some
people get fat
but then stop
at a certain point?
Is it
possible to not
lie?
:Tell the truth
all the time
We're all liars
bigots
*******
creators of filth
Will my hair
stop falling out?
Will my hands
stop shaking?
Will my feet
stop pounding?
Will my thoughts
quit pouring out?
Will this
beer
stop flowing down
my throat?
Will the Cure
stop making me cry?
Will Tool ever
break up?
What do people do
when I'm sleeping?
Who do I like more
Black Sabbath or
Led Zeppelin?
Dead Kennedys or
The Misfits?
Mozart or
Beethoven?
Philip Seymour Hoffman or
Daniel Day Lewis?
Natalie Portman or
Scarlett Johannson?
Goth chicks or
Nerdy chicks?
or both
or all of the above?
Do my eyes
perceive reality?
Do my fingers
feel gravity?
Does my tongue
taste sarcasm?
Do my ears
dare to fathom?
Can I trust my friends?
Should I trust my lover?
Mother
should I trust
the government?
Who do I hate more
Nicholas Cage or
Ben Affleck?
Nickelback or
Linkin Park?
George W. Bush or
Adolf ******?
Money or
Women?
or both
or all of the above?

JRBarclay Jun 2010

A Loss of Weight

I never knew I was imprisoned
until I tasted freedom
I never knew I was tortured
until I felt no pain
I never knew I wasn't insane
until I experienced sanity
I never knew I was alive
until I didn't want death
I didn't know I was happy
until I no longer felt sad
I didn't know I was strong
until I no longer felt weak
I didn't know I was capable
until I no longer felt useless
I didn't know I was me
until there was no you

JRBarclay Apr 2010

Funeral

Today
I read
That you
Were dead
Joy

JRBarclay Apr 2010

CoVet

You've taken from me
my one true prize
without a care or dare

without a trace
without a face
as if a Convexian stare

my lover, here forever
my blessing in disguise
You have stabbed me in the back
taken me by surprise

Your conscience has no tack
your brain is full of lies
Then go ahead
you brave, true knight
and take what has been mine

Make it up
and make it right
and disregard all time

To me this means
everything
to you this is benign

If it were me
I'd make amends
I'd **** you, through and through
But its not me
and you can't see
is it the Devil? or is it You?

JRBarclay Apr 2010

3:06 am, looking out the window, smoking a cigarette, drinking a strong rye whisky and thinking.

Where are you?