1
Pete sets off the alarm as he walks in the doors
Tells me his new heart must be talking to the machines

He talks like Jimmy Stewart was from Boston
All elbows
While I am bruised ribs

Vera sounds like an airplane concession cart
With all the right liquor

Her faded blue walker
Drowns out her sighs

Maybe it’s her knees
I am not sure

2
Before our bodies blend
And I am part appliance

I want to love your sound

If your navel were a ****
I might turn your soft belly
Into a music box

So I could listen to your heart
Through your ribcage
After I bury my head there

Put me to sleep with your
Human sound

I want to hear the rust in your hips
With my head on your lap

The sweet sound of our lively decay

There is no better music
It is simple

Like my name
You can still say it while being punched
In the gut

You breathless barbarian

Just dance with me
Until it is all that we have

To know we’re still human

Dance like flames
Without the fear of swelling joints

Dance like waves trying to break the boardwalk

Dance for your future fake hips

Just dance

3
We link arms as we walk

Even through your jacket
I can tell how soft you are

I want to tell you about our footsteps
How when we are old
And we both have canes

When walking down hallways with linoleum floors
I know we will sound like the saddest horse

So I tell you that I will still love you
Even after our bodies are made into glue

You know me well enough by now
That this is just me being sweet

I kiss you goodbye
Listen to your car’s engine hum

It is so quiet
You might actually hear me sigh

When the sound of you driving away
Sounds like the horsepower of one sad horse
On his last three legs

Like
One sad old lady

Even if we’re just friends by then

I won’t forget
The sweet music of our decay

Is it corruption that makes me blind or am I blind because I do not wish to see corruption

How can you represent me, when you all want, is to have more money than fish in the sea,
Corruption constricts you, but im as free as can be
Blue collar citizen  who works as hard as they can , white collar worker trying to turn that color tan.
No hate in my heart, just disappointed you see, leaders of my land could give a **** about me.
What ever happened to doing what was right and not for the green,
representing me is not being on tv and simply wanting to be seen.
You don’t representing anything , but corruption and greed. People working hard, they have real mouths to feed.
Now Im not saying we shouldn’t help the world and all the others in need, but what happens when we become the ones who have begun to bleed.
People in the streets . Citizens of our land. Speak up . Rise up. Do whatever that you can.
Dark is to corrupt as light is to right. Do what you can and protect your right to fight.
But the words that I say, isn’t about the fists or the bullets we could spray.
Use your mind, use your words , free flowing like the birds.
Never miss an opportunity to say yes at becoming great, reach out, grab it, this could be your fate! But don’t miss a chance and make that fate late.
Never be an option , always be the choice. Drive out the dark , and always raise your voice.
Together as one we rise to become something that’s bigger than our minds can imagine.
Or we could be remembered as beautiful mess that never was

I rode the train with my girl today
across the barn swept hollows
Past lush fields of emerald green
with the life and love that follows

The train car tapped out a lullaby beat
which spent our time lost in leisure
The smiles past came by in the peace
small sweet gifts we couldn’t measure

A man had set across the aisle of us
he seemed so different from me
Clothes tattered, torn and weathered
homeless and likely worn hard was he

I couldn’t help but to take the notice
his features hewn and deeply lined
Drawing a map of where he'd been
red eyed he looked half blind

Something alone in his vacant stare
said It was me that he resembled
The thought had taken me a-fright
I looked hard, long and trembled

I saw my lover look over him too
noticed the hair might be the same
Except for straggling beard and decay
I had felt a deep sense of shame

Could that be what would happen to me
what fallen angel had led him astray
A nightmare vision of life’s full truth
eyes of pain in the heart they betray

Then my lover looked back upon me
her thoughts she sought hard to repress
How kind her teared eyes that hid the truth
from her lips that would never confess

Tate

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.

I know I aint much for looks
And you might not disagree when I say
Statues have more substance than this
I know I can’t Stendhal you to a standstill
It doesn’t mean that I can’t make you breathless
Like when I make you laugh

There is so much beauty in your laughter
That while you are wiping tears out of your eyes
Doubled over like you were trying to find your breath on the floor
I forget that I don’t like the way I look when I smile
And I smile

I know the math of aesthetics is lost on me
But you can save your symmetry
For building blocks and butterflies

Bad habits
Scars
And an awkward affinity for lopsidedness
Made me

Come

Balance me out

Because so often I feel like a fat kid
Sitting on a seesaw
Alone

Or a ******
Trying on different sizes of life
In carnival mirrors

Or a Greek artist
Who has chiseled all the wrong parts
To perfection
Before he understood realism

Realism
Is a twin sized bed at 3 am
After the cold seeps through the window pane
It is cobwebs stained black from a house fire
Before
I never realized we had that many
It is a vanity
Reminding me how not to be vain
Unless you mean this poem
This poem is vain

Realism
Is this
It is me
And it is you
Perfectly human
And nowhere near beautiful
Unless beauty is symmetry
And symmetry is when you balance me out
By being the other fat kid on the seesaw
Or the person who makes normal mirrors
So I can see what I look like in my own skin
Not perfect
But that doesn’t mean I don’t have ways
Of making you breathless

Come

Let me make you laugh again
Let me make you breathless

Time melting on your tongue,
Cerebral cortex banging until numb.
Wasting sleep with a book.
Dodging a nightmare word by word.

Pixilized contact never to last
For on the other side
Are the destructive eyes
That tore out your insides.

Chapter after chapter
****** rises and falls.
Tragic ending exposed:
You, all alone.

Lean on cats, novels,
Maybe even dopamine.
It won't change a thing
For your birthday, all you'll get is tears.

Crutches you choose
Crack, and can't hold the weight
Of the pathetic life you live
As your personality slowly disintegrates.

born to exile
risen in solitude
they leave me alone
I give them my gratitude
It's not lonely
or dark
or solemn
It's lovely
and stark
and quiet

I sit, uninhibited, uninterrupted
and watch
as the world wraps and folds and turns into itself
crumpling as the sheet of paper in the notebook or the universe
the one to be thrown away for mistakes made upon it
I understand all
but partake in little
I am not alone
I have my self

The broken
and the scared
and the token
They come to me for guidance
I do my part, give them satisfaction
and they return to their lives of alliance
while procrustean bigots sheperd them to war
but they are content, content with compliance


I don't loathe them
I don't love them
I respect them
as they do me

In this world of herds and sheperds
of predators and prey
of war
a world where good is named evil and evil is exalted
I do not lead
I do not follow
I watch
alone