The longer I fall, the more I doubt the bottom
Will ever rise up to meet me and end it
The more I stare at blue eyes I’m lost in
I realize I’m trying my best to spread out and wing it
I have a little bit left at least a few hundred more breaths
To get it right, to stand up tall and not put up a fight
To a friend to a lover, let my heart see the sky
I don’t have to be my scars or the product of my lies
I could always be what you think you see in my eyes
I know I could be one in a million
But most of the time I feel like a disjointed skeleton
Pieces to a puzzle that no one is building
I would grow but my sky is blocked by the ceiling
So leave me here for the winter I need healing
I need to be alone to understand why I’m leaning
On all these liquor bottles just to stand
I’m old enough to just be a man
No excuses just the bible and a plan
I was taught better and worse than this
But I can keep on straddling this fence
So I’m letting go just to find a new grip

over the sea i flew i flew
to pluck you from your bed
i took you from your city and
put you in mine instead

it's not as brightly lit as yours
and it doesn't have the name
but when we find each other, well
the lights all look the same

poetry is not on my mind
young ladies, younger than my daughters
one in particular
sitting just across the table from
from this old perv
at the pretlow branch library
Well, I feel like one
today. A nice amount of cleavage
it's evolution
men were made to peek
but I feel greasy like an old hot dog
sitting in the sun roasting and frying
away
and there is this thing on a chain
just hanging there like the
***** for any old perv
like me to look at and try
to figure
out
what it is
Got it
it's an anchor
weighing me down
keeping me dead in the water
but it brightened up my day