I thought you loved me
the same way I loved you.
I was just a piece of ***
after a beer or maybe two.
Always a broken heart
right beneath the surface
falls through thin ice.
We always pay a price.

When I grew into my ball's
puberty I drank a first beer.
I puked that night on walls.
Then I knew how to steer
my own course in my life.
I know right from wrong
I know songs of *****'s
from Ulysses's shores
blinded by the sun light
in never ending night.

If I could bring you
close enough to my heart
where you could hear
the universe's tiny start

you might just forgive
my appetite for lust
my passive aggressive
lack of anyone's trust.

Revolution
  We seeded discontent
  increased the angry want.
  We butchered our oppressors
  became the new expresses
  we were elite suppressors
  buried unwashed confessors
  called it the flip of a coin.
  Queen, off with their heads.
  The sheep survived and join
  Reds starve them no breads.

The ****** pooled their money
given the judge for his honey
to allow for all proper society
to recognize their re-virginity.

I found parts of me
inside my poetry
I could never see
in strange reality.

I heard about this all my life.
It existed like Easter Bunny
or winning the lottery
or time versus infinity.
I knew it would come
as night meets the sun.