What is This?

paul-cassano Poems

Back in the day when we could just sit back Chill out and relax, it was nothing but just that This one feeling (Psych!) no hidden tax, cleaned up scraps Advance to attack softly surpass the romance is thick like sap The impact you had on me I didn't know how to react The thought is abstract, but intact with vows attached Our love sapped from each other invitingly, Finally you see just how much you mean to me Quite the sheen we had, the luster once explained by Guster Green light, fourteen, the events unforeseen you must've Came to me, so afraid, now I'm amazed that I've uh- found her this early, surely it's not today It must be a mistake, but I can't contain these sparks Sparse, is the words I have to say to you, "MONTHS!" Worse, course you shut a bit of cabinet wood, it creaks "Curse!", focus not on mom but on her you should be, gravitational force, by fits and starts, this matter of bursts, it comes in I know it but not clear; smokey quarts, ******* crumbs an' My blank *** mind is turning this into a blank verse But first, listen to what I have to say, it works! Not this, at worse I felt reversed, so I put us in park My feelings for you are neutral, electrons are gone and, it's too good to be true You're out of excuses you've run out of time 'n' this shit's on you For doubt is bruisin', chewin' spun me around and... Reminiscin' Cough! It even hurts to say To breathe, my breath, it isn't here to stay It's kinda like sleeping, it's just a cousin of death I'm stickin around but not in this circle, tripping like a round peg in a square hole, you grind me into this grounded world of mine Quit it with the same shape jokes fellow, with your same lame faces, the same claims are racing below Chasin immortality, thats a futile fantasy, reality happily robs your dreams candidly, like you did to me We're done here. Why can't you see that when the smoke clears, it's crystal but not amethyst or ruby. Truthfully I don't understand this new "me", I need an analyst Matter of factfully, that was an accident, kinda like all this was. I just ate too much and threw up all over this canvas And it sounds like practice. Maybe I take you all back, just grow up, crawl then, complain about this slanted stanza Anxious I am to end the madness, the recent lack of composure. but you cannot address the cheapest setback: I'm lonely. The malice, the heartache, the "palace of flattest objects" The helpless, the sorry, the callous fingers from these projects What do they mean to you? Anger? Angst? Somewhat close to a coat hanger, to hang up all of my paint?! You're like watching grass grow, and for this **** I'm 'bout to mow "You think you can do these things but you just can't Nemo!" Here we go- You know that one time when I said, "I'll always be here."? I meant it. Now let go! I said it's over, delirious! I'm serious, who would ever miss this? I fear some wickedly addictive feelings are making me trapped but it feels like it's just two ovaries No wait, it's just you about to ovary-act! --------------------------------------------- It's a brief pause, but I feel it coming in strong! The atmosphere is a thief, stealing my breath, so long I've worked my *** off; it flew away now it's gone, just like a me to a you, I meet you and ramble on: I have spent so many days burning our bridges, keeping us afloat Not once you take time to count me for my vote Goodbye! Wait, hello... I'm no tough guy, I take chances, though But you only get one, and this is it, to let you know I'm outta here for now. And so are you; go.