snorting burned toast
too late in the day to
call it a complete and
nutritious breakfast
*(i have my heroes
but i also know that i
will never be a hero
to someone like me)*
i'm not going
to make it that far.
*(call me defeatist but
i guess you're right)*
that's what i haven't
been saying is that
i'm not making plans
for the fall or the spring
or the rest of my life
because i'm afraid or
maybe convinced that i'm
not going to make it that far
because before the snow
covers the lawn in quiet
white layers i will be sprinkled
over top of the grass in the
form of a grayish powder
and misplaced hymns
*(i doubt that all of us
were born to live)*
nosedive into a
sandwich smothered
in over-sweetened
jelly regrets
and forget about the
haunting sweat that
you can't wash off
of the back of your neck
*(the nice thing about
dying young is that
you'll have the rest of
your life to forget me)*
headfirst slam into
the midnight sky
i cracked my skull
open on the moon
the milky way poured
out from behind my
eyes and galaxies came
up out of my throat
bits and pieces of me have
died here and there along
the way like ripped out
pieces of that hateful lawn
*(the reason i want
to be forgotten is
because i was never
worth remembering)*
but really it's just that
death and darkness are such nice
peaceful calm and reasonable
topics to discuss at length.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
snorting burned toast
too late in the day to
call it a complete and
nutritious breakfast
*(i have my heroes
but i also know that i
will never be a hero
to someone like me)*
i'm not going
to make it that far.
*(call me defeatist but
i guess you're right)*
that's what i haven't
been saying is that
i'm not making plans
for the fall or the spring
or the rest of my life
because i'm afraid or
maybe convinced that i'm
not going to make it that far
because before the snow
covers the lawn in quiet
white layers i will be sprinkled
over top of the grass in the
form of a grayish powder
and misplaced hymns
*(i doubt that all of us
were born to live)*
nosedive into a
sandwich smothered
in over-sweetened
jelly regrets
and forget about the
haunting sweat that
you can't wash off
of the back of your neck
*(the nice thing about
dying young is that
you'll have the rest of
your life to forget me)*
headfirst slam into
the midnight sky
i cracked my skull
open on the moon
the milky way poured
out from behind my
eyes and galaxies came
up out of my throat
bits and pieces of me have
died here and there along
the way like ripped out
pieces of that hateful lawn
*(the reason i want
to be forgotten is
because i was never
worth remembering)*
but really it's just that
death and darkness are such nice
peaceful calm and reasonable
topics to discuss at length.