Give in, let loose and
Let it bleed
Out and drain the
Pain into the gutters
That you have never
Slept in
Before

Ease the pain.
2 days from
A new year
Without a
New Years
Celebration

All these
Celebrations
And all their
Pain

I admire the greats
And deem my
Self doomed

Those who
Smile now
Hold the keys
To their own
Personal
*******
Happiness

That does not sit behind locked doors

While the hungover hate themselves
And wait out the end to a miserable
year

After this I got myself out of dodge
I got myself into one
No sooner than
Before it began
Before you know it
I went missing
In a camper van

habit is becoming routine
hobbies are becoming addictions
I realized this while doing hallucinogens
And I remembered when I said than more then I began
I miss you mom,
and im a long way from home

Scenarios aren’t that serious
And road trips don't smell as bad as the scenery

If you travel I will
If we meet again
If we meet on land
We will travel by water
Separate ourselves by air
By plane
My pain won’t last
Long enough to know you
And I wont ask your name
Its not a game
It’s a play

Are you alright?
That’s good,
Because I’m okay

Others may have experienced more than I have
But you try hard and then you get it right

Time
Is on My side
On Your side
On Our side

And Time
Is indifferent,
Inseparable
From space

So the next time I see you,
Walking side by side
Will be the right Time and place

Sober, or hungover
One or the other
I’ll take a stab at writing
Something that’s too good
Not to know

And I’ve heard “I don’t know”
So
Many times
This past month
I fee like am starting to
You know,
Know

I know you have none of my answers
I know my questions have been spot on
I know my effort has been worthy
I know
As much as you do

You were my darlin’ Queen, the star of the show
Now you are someone elses princess
But you are still my Queen
The Queen of “ I don’t know”

Reconciliation
A leap of faith
Growth and Humility
Laughter and happiness

These are more than things I know
They are my unrewarded actions
Will my attraction
To you ever waver?
Will I ever return the favor?
Are we friends or does that even matter?
I wont ask these questions
Because I know the answer
And its not "no"
Homonym, not vernacular
Yes it is
You know?

I feel
like I have a feeling
That I should write a poem
Now,
I have no idea
where it should start
or where it should even end
and even if it ends evenly
I get this feeling often
Again and again
And what about this poem
Will make it
Noteworthy
A piece of work
Should it rhyme
Or is that for amateurs
Should I try to remember
How I expected it to go
On the walk
When
I got the feeling
I should write a poem?
Or should I respect
Its singular nature
It’s a moment
On the circle
Of cyclical life
Or maybe I’m just cynical
For believing
That my feeling
To write a poem,
Was worthwhile
Whether the poem is about today
Or tomorrow,
Or this year,
Or life,
And all the **** I should be doing
Instead of writing poetry
remains a mystery
Much like
The end of this poem.

Where in the world do we go from here
Other then forward, which tracks will I retrace
Do you realize – you have the most beautiful face
My lips are on fire – for the girl who eats her ice cubes
Put me out or at least cool me down
And just like a vegan still eats food
I still hear the irreplaceable sounds
Of your voice, your moan, your compliments, your phone
And if you are home all alone
And alone I sit lonely – this will not be the only
Poem I write before I win you back
If I stop composing after you rest under my arm once again
I’ll read life, and as we interpret two different stories
We will find common ground in you and me
If we are both naked, we will both have that too
And when I am inside you – you can be me
I will become your problems and solutions
Its true – you will see what I see
Feel what I feel
Hear what I hear
Do what you love, do what feels right
Do what we do.

tonight
Just a casual
Drunk watching the sunrise
Type of night

Tonight
Just a bitter
****** and alone evening
Type of night

Tonight,
Just a typical
Reminder of life decisions
Type of night

Tonight,
Just a sad
******* excuse
Type of night

Tonight
Was once better

tonight
Promises better
tomorrows

Tonight
Was
Just
So
routine

You find yourself walking home at 4:00am
On a walk to find yourself
When you find out what time it is
My creative side
Lights me up
Like street lights
Show the sidewalks
What direction
To move in

Do blue skies, rise awaken, or open
This stroll is taking its toll
On my shoes,
On my knees,
And on my soul.

All alone, this open space is my microphone
And I say
Out loud
To myself
After every masterpiece
Of wisdom, love and sorrow
“How the **** am I going to remember that tomorrow”

Recited and
Instantaneously
forgotten

I have to borrow a line
From E. E Cummings
“Nobody fails all the time”
And from late night walking
I’m now running’

Back to whatever bottle
Subject manner
Heartbreak
And street corner

That decided that my unrecorded, undocumented, untouched,
And unwritten
Work
Goes witnessed

This is not exit music
This is a prelude
Pertaining to
The definition
Of wealth

These are the things you learn
When you go walking to find yourself