#ammunition
It's getting bad again
That feeling
That wanting
That almost need to give up
I don't know
If the glass is half empty
Or half full
I don't even see the cup
Being honest
I've begun to notice
That lately it takes far less
For these thoughts to develop
With 40 years of ammo
They are able to be relentless
And my shoddy defenses
Will not hold up
©2024
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 12:15 AM UTC
Hi there,
I'm Jeremy's insecurity
Perhaps you've heard of me
If you're ever lookin'
For ammunition
To use against him,
Just talk to me
I'll divulge everything willingly
I won't even charge a fee
I'd be happy to supply it all for free
You can even call toll-free
Just dial 1-800-555-6663
And ask for me specifically
©2024
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 5:15 PM UTC
You & I: polar opposites from the moment
we both laid eyes on one another
(but I loved you regardless...)
Even the moment we lacked the vital
skills of our blunt communication
but we stacked up with
words of ammunition
(it became a battlefield for us...)
Instead of exchanging love-filled letters
we chose the ultimate fight of hearts
I'm not sure either of us won
perhaps you did
(you broke my heart...)
Ink replaced love, ink replaced us
it replaced the lonely nights
ink gave me a reason to smile
it saved my hope
(ink replaced love...)
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
I'm sure an abstract painter adores
the confusion of their
lovers.
Glass reflections on materials in a bedroom
E M P H A S I Z E
the EGOIST in every
sofa
and
actress
in a television set while it rains out
(creating pockets of water on the balcony)
Where is my foundation for times like these when
feet become LOUD ER in the daytime
and obstacles have grown their teeth?
Perhaps a dump truck full of nicely dressed mannequins
will finally be
ticketed
and my eyes
will see
as soft
as your
hair.
Quarry of bones in an office space
and the FORMAL TIE HAS DESTROYED ITSELF WITH
SOCIETAL EXPECTATIONS AGAIN
(LUCIDITY KEEPS INSANITY DISTRACTED)
Caffeinated Canadian Bohemian
daydream of firs showering adjacent
Manhattan batteries.
Tomorrow's rejections watch
bright and beautiful waves smile with false
inspiration
a n d a n o t h e r
concrete victim is created.
!MADNESS!
(the solar flare of the Neutral)
the ammunition in my coffee
and conversations blinking
LAUGHS OUT
TO
THE
ABYSS
(gorgeous and hollow lineups in front of
a Vancouver bar 11:30pm)
Pale October energies and the
Dharma Radio
feathering my fantasies as this year reaches it's last quarter
CREATIVITY MEANDERING
NEAR NOTHING
anxiously I roll around on the mattress,
open window, listening in on the intricately staged
oblivion of trees
who've become infatuated
with coffins.
Gastown (as it appeared in my dreams)
has found it's dusk anthem!
Adriano Celantano's
"BUONA SERA SIGNORINA"
what a strange dream that was
the music was vivid to the point of
impossible recognition
and I'm awake and dizzy not from all that
but from love
(it's tilting my axis!)
Always has......
An untraceable eye
lingers in
malevolence to ALL city banks
where the late bop players
stand united and "free"
(Outside, by art on a wall with animals dancing in a hot air balloon, jealous of their own permanent state of painted euphoria)
Restaurants are consumed by silence
upon closing down,
but NOT the Fisgard streetcorner cafe
I frequent!
It's LOUD TRUTH and San Francisco weeps in
the decorated walls.....some far off dream of North Beach
Trieste evening with people who were once ALIVE!!
People that bleached
THE AMERICAN VISION
with sharpened language sleeker than
the polished jaw of Apollo.
Here I am again,
accepting the same sweeping misery
as those before me
(settled tombstones barely seen beneath a wild oak
while cars cry exhaust to beach-view apartments
and Winter's harsh wind drums against the window pane)
sure they were good people, but living plays no favorites.
I'm awake and dizzy!
forlorn with the morning.
Stars surrender to a sun
which often wonders
how we adapt to this asylum.
(Vanity makes me sleepy)
Warm in the delicate crimson light,
I lie in a temporary peace.
I am setting
as all else rises.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC