I ain't ever told a lie
Except that one, I swear.
I wouldn't dare
I only lie because it's fair.
You have me backed into a corner
So I react with proper flair.
In this moment, I ******* hate you
There's another lie right there.
We sat on the front porch
Musing about how the stoop should be two steps higher
And that the concrete is actually comfortable
To lay down on.
Each drag of my overpriced cigarette
Scorched my throat
And I've felt like there's a sunburn on my tonsils
For three months now.
You talked easily and matter-of-factly about our future
while I watched your soft, chubby belly fold
Over your shorts and swell
Matching your breath and measured speech.
You commented that the weather was finally pleasant
But I still felt the sticky humidity on my skin
Heavy like your paranoia
Heavy like your anger
The universe had blessed me with this conversation tonight
But the sun always rises, and it will burn me again
I sit in a burgundy leather chair at work
Hoping that I don't get fired.
But I tried downloading an unauthorized program onto my computer
And a pop-up with the word *******
Flashed across the screen when I went to check the baseball scores.
Maybe I will forsake this whole ******* life
And run off into a hermitage
Heaping ashes on myself, prostrated before a cheap wax statue.
But on some level what I'm really doing
Is avoiding responsibility.
I'm dreading the drive home, to be honest
Because I know you will greet me with that fiery anger
That paradoxically gives me an *******
But also breaks my heart.
Maybe I can just walk in the door
***** preemptively sealed in a yellowed Mason jar,
"Just stay right where you are, Steve."
"We don't want any trouble..."
this is a ****** poem
When I was still a young, doughy-eyed kid
Full of wonder
I learned how to properly swing a baseball bat
At a prestigious university baseball camp.
Your front toe, which was my left,
Is to be turned slightly inward,
With the bat flat against your shoulder.
Elbows are ALWAYS down.
A team of overpaid sport scientists determined that this
Shortens the swing significantly and decreases reaction time.
But what this fails to do
Is teach someone how to make that sick, wet, visceral bat-to-ball connection,
Or how to find that sweet spot
Where the ball seems like it's been launched
From a medieval catapult.
And it also, most importantly, doesn't teach you
How to get the **** out of the way
When the pitcher maliciously throws the ball
Directly at your teeth.
That, my dear, is pure instinct.
This is too much.
Surely, I did something
To deserve things as such.
A lazy, glassy-eyed ****.
You haven't kissed me open-mouth
In well over 15 months.
The good guy routine
Well, it isn't a routine...
But I artfully mask my anger with
******* at night
And in the mornings caffeine.
That when you look at me
I'm less man than machine.
But knowing me,
I'll continue to flog myself
For these crimes I haven't committed.
And maybe one day the gavel will fall
And I'll finally be ever-acquitted.
"Billie Jean is not my lover."
But she tells me differently
Now, however, there's a baby
Carrying her impulsive libido
Inside of it.
A matryoshka of folly
Long nights of Texas ***** and blow
Multiple partners, that's fine, just tell me!
But please let your other suitors know
That you aren't the only one
Carrying their load.
My heart sunk, believe me,
When I drove over to your house.
And it pained me to see
Your face, for the first time,
Unable to make an expression.
One, two, three vicodin
Four, five, six at a time
Seven concluded your session.
I found you wandering the eerily-still
Even though it was a beautiful afternoon.
I love you so much, but please...
Don't die. I'm not in the mood.
I hung onto the back of your belt
Just enough to keep you from going splat on the walkway
Nearly 60 feet below.
You pulled against my grip.
Was it a test? Because I’d fail
I just might dive after you and paint my brain
In streaks all over the trail.
No, pull it together. I’m here to care for you.
To put aside
My own daydreams of suicide.
You are everything to me, I swear
You will never have to walk alone
We’ll face this world of **** together
And battle the unknown.