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Coyote Siren Sep 2010
Wasting Dawn
Coyote Siren
Sep 2010
I stand in front of a mirror. If anyone knows my face, it’s me. The grandeur of ego.
I’m bored with:
My prominent brow
My acne
My picket fence teeth
My collagen
My flaws
are like skyscrapers
No matter how high
I look
my biggest landmarks
scrape
the empty blue sky
I’m tired of
my face being wet
after I cry
I miss the drought
I miss being dry
with my humor
and my ambitions
I miss plain
white eyes
wide smiles
hair
music
not this wave of social indecency
I’m stranded
here on in this valley
it’s a massive grave
a hole I dug
no chains when I’m enslaved
just bad dreams
and flat tires
I black out locations
on road maps
to places I saw as a child
Miami and Key West don’t exist
Neither does Bumfuq, Egypt
If they do exist
it’s in another realm
where people see
through black ink
There we stood
once, at the edges
of the valley
“I’ll race you down.”
Oops.
Stop it.
Right now.
I’m tired of you.
Your problems.
Sincerely,
New Friend
I’m tired of
being insane
being depressed
being lonely
Sobriety
makes you all miserable
trying staying that way
your whole life
Hey look!
passive aggression
it’s tied to my big toe
it’s my anchor
to reality
It repuls[e]s me
to t[h]ink about
what you put
in you[r] ve[i]ns
when y[o]u had
absolutely [n]o
one to hold
you.
I’m falling
again
I brought
parachutes
and kit kat bars
you know
how it goes
Remember that day?
We had some animal
blood
we used it as ink
at the fast food place
on a $1 paper board
to protest your
departing.
Remember that day?
We had ******* ***
a lot of it
I tasted your blood
on your tongue
I almost
threw up
Remember when
I came to your house
and you recorded me
playing guitar badly
for your music
There was that time
where my ex was
following me
everywhere
You told me
she was an
EMOTIONAL
TERRORIST
you helped me
I admired that
Now we don’t talk
Remember that day
we listened to AFI
at the In-N-Out
drive thru
at midnight
I held your hand
in the back seat
while I threatened
a fat man eating a burger
That was exciting
Remember
when I first
kissed you
in the dark
of your
apartment?
I haven’t
seen you
in a week
and we
don’t call
each other
You’re
my best
friend
sometimes
And you
I didn’t forget
about my dearest
friend
Yes
I miss you
crazy
*******
thing
memory is
I’m going to sleep
I miss seeing the sky
at the early hours
it would be red
or purple
or anything
I want you to see it
with me
in the desert
before I leave
we’ll be friends
under the stars
as far as anyone else is concerned:
bye.
I’m bored with:
My prominent brow
My acne
My picket fence teeth
My collagen
My flaws
are like skyscrapers
No matter how high
I look
my biggest landmarks
scrape
the empty blue sky
I’m tired of
my face being wet
after I cry
I miss the drought
I miss being dry
with my humor
and my ambitions
I miss plain
white eyes
wide smiles
hair
music
not this wave of social indecency
I’m stranded
here on in this valley
it’s a massive grave
a hole I dug
no chains when I’m enslaved
just bad dreams
and flat tires
I black out locations
on road maps
to places I saw as a child
Miami and Key West don’t exist
Neither does Bumfuq, Egypt
If they do exist
it’s in another realm
where people see
through black ink
There we stood
once, at the edges
of the valley
“I’ll race you down.”
Oops.
Stop it.
Right now.
I’m tired of you.
Your problems.
Sincerely,
New Friend
I’m tired of
being insane
being depressed
being lonely
Sobriety
makes you all miserable
trying staying that way
your whole life
Hey look!
passive aggression
it’s tied to my big toe
it’s my anchor
to reality
It repuls[e]s me
to t[h]ink about
what you put
in you[r] ve[i]ns
when y[o]u had
absolutely [n]o
one to hold
you.
I’m falling
again
I brought
parachutes
and kit kat bars
you know
how it goes
Remember that day?
We had some animal
blood
we used it as ink
at the fast food place
on a $1 paper board
to protest your
departing.
Remember that day?
We had ******* ***
a lot of it
I tasted your blood
on your tongue
I almost
threw up
Remember when
I came to your house
and you recorded me
playing guitar badly
for your music
There was that time
where my ex was
following me
everywhere
You told me
she was an
EMOTIONAL
TERRORIST
you helped me
I admired that
Now we don’t talk
Remember that day
we listened to AFI
at the In-N-Out
drive thru
at midnight
I held your hand
in the back seat
while I threatened
a fat man eating a burger
That was exciting
Remember
when I first
kissed you
in the dark
of your
apartment?
I haven’t
seen you
in a week
and we
don’t call
each other
You’re
my best
friend
sometimes
And you
I didn’t forget
about my dearest
friend
Yes
I miss you
crazy
*******
thing
memory is
I’m going to sleep
I miss seeing the sky
at the early hours
it would be red
or purple
or anything
I want you to see it
with me
in the desert
before I leave
we’ll be friends
under the stars
as far as anyone else is concerned:
bye.
Charlie Gnarly May 2018
AFI
Charlie Gnarly
May 2018
A fire in my heart,
A fire in my soul,
And I fire in my belly,
When I eat coal.
A fire in my soul,
And I fire in my belly,
When I eat coal.
An alliterative poem on my physical feelings. Also, a dedication to my favourite band.
Jaymisun Kearney Nov 2013
A Particular Love Letter
Jaymisun Kearney
Nov 2013
You don't like Clerks like I do.
You don't appreciate AFI like I do.
You don't like Adventure Time as much as I do.
You don't agree with me when I rave about awesome uses of the uncanny.
Speaking of uncanny, you don't like David Lynch movies the way I do.
You definitely didn't love Blue Velvet the way I love it.
You hated that movie.
You don't like crowded public places like I do.
Crowded places give you panic attacks.
A lot of things give you panic attacks.
You're anxious just as much as I am,
but about entirely different things,
and so it's very frustrating.
You like Super Smash Bros.
You like Super Smash Bros. more than you like Street Fighter.
I don't even know if you like Street Fighter at all.
You don't like fitness like I do.
You don't like martial arts like I do.
You don't want to do active things very often.
You don't like the same food I like.
You don't like to cook like I do.
You don't like to do what I like to do in bed.
When you do the things that you do, you do them genuinely and with an impassioned scowl I don't think you'd appreciate if you could see it from the outside.
When you do what you do, you define yourself, and your definition caught me at first -- then waned and does wane -- and catches me now, usually when I'm absolutely certain there's no more left to share.
When you do the things you do, I spectate, never letting on, that I'm entertained so much I want a bowl of popcorn and the lights dimmed.
Agreement means little when you do the things you do.
The similarity we do share is the orb in the heart of our human cellars.
We both know how badly our moms messed up.
I couldn't ask for anything more.
I love you.
You don't appreciate AFI like I do.
You don't like Adventure Time as much as I do.
You don't agree with me when I rave about awesome uses of the uncanny.
Speaking of uncanny, you don't like David Lynch movies the way I do.
You definitely didn't love Blue Velvet the way I love it.
You hated that movie.
You don't like crowded public places like I do.
Crowded places give you panic attacks.
A lot of things give you panic attacks.
You're anxious just as much as I am,
but about entirely different things,
and so it's very frustrating.
You like Super Smash Bros.
You like Super Smash Bros. more than you like Street Fighter.
I don't even know if you like Street Fighter at all.
You don't like fitness like I do.
You don't like martial arts like I do.
You don't want to do active things very often.
You don't like the same food I like.
You don't like to cook like I do.
You don't like to do what I like to do in bed.
When you do the things that you do, you do them genuinely and with an impassioned scowl I don't think you'd appreciate if you could see it from the outside.
When you do what you do, you define yourself, and your definition caught me at first -- then waned and does wane -- and catches me now, usually when I'm absolutely certain there's no more left to share.
When you do the things you do, I spectate, never letting on, that I'm entertained so much I want a bowl of popcorn and the lights dimmed.
Agreement means little when you do the things you do.
The similarity we do share is the orb in the heart of our human cellars.
We both know how badly our moms messed up.
I couldn't ask for anything more.
I love you.