Monthly Archives: October 2015
Where I Come From
I come from a long line of dysfunction
I come from far too frequent tragedy
I come from a lack of affection
I come from a hard scrabble bunch
I come from places of anger
I come from familial subterfuge
I come from brazen theft
I come from ignorant hatred
I come from narcissism
I come from the better than thou
I come from a place of buried feelings
I come from a place I mostly hate
I come from a place to which
I choose not to return
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Remember to Breathe
the numbers look bad
the doctor pronounces
a life sentence
remember to breathe
.
love and affection cease
the death of anything
of real meaning
remember to breathe
.
redundancy upon redundancy
days blur together
endless, pointless
remember to breathe
.
another light is fading
the inevitable loss
comes ever closer
remember to breathe
.
it is the life I’m given
despite its trials
it’s up to me to
remember to breathe
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Words And Actions
do I disappoint you
do I not measure up
am I less than you hoped for
am I more of all the wrong things
did you find me to be unworthy
did you learn my darkest truth
.
your words sound lovely
they speak of love and
an eternal dedication
.
when you wish to prove
your truest feelings
try moving your mouth less
and move closer toward action
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Hanging On Every Word
empty sounds continue
coming from your face
nothing of substance
all one big cliché
a constant noise
but I’m hanging on every word
stupidity is pouring
from the magic box
nothing of substance
low-IQ reality
a constant noise
but I’m hanging on every word
an uncooperative organ
producing little of worth
nothing of substance
all jumbled together
a constant noise
but I’m hanging on every word
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Overcoming Life
every obstacle
every pain
every struggle
each difficult day
each stab in the back
each loved one lost
each aching moment
each and every trying day
life, for all its gifts
must often be overcome
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How Many
How many more steps do I have
and should I take them carefully
as though measured and sure
to insure solid footing
.
How many more thoughts will I have
and should they be the same focus
as though perfecting the topic
to insure solid understanding
.
How many more lines will I write
and should they be written simply
as though to exhaust a subject
to insure I’ve spoken my piece
.
How many more days do I have
and should I live them same-ly
as though measured and sure
to insure the next
.
How many are there
there is no way to know
but I will accept each
as though it were the last
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Apathy
perfunctory emotion
nothing better to do
breathing because I have to
living in circles
running toward death
locked in a pattern
a deep sigh as tomorrow’s
surety is realized
so…
this is apathy
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“Luck”
the poor fool
who invented
the word “luck”
must have been
waiting around
for something
to happen
that rarely does
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Mundane
my fear greater than death –
becoming the picture of mundane
writing the mundane
being only the very epitome
of boring, suburbanality
a string of Taylor Swift poems,
a mall-walking, gray-haired,
broken-down old man
lunching at the closest
cheapest all-you-can-eat buffet
when all I am is no better
than strip mall psychology
or pop culture bullshit
I promise I’ll give it up
not nary a word will
appear anywhere by my hand
once I’ve met this fate
and if I break this promise
someone, please sneak in
and perform the mercy killing
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Daily Mail
every week
six days a week
here he comes
small white van
down the side road
stop after stop
u-turn and back
to our box
.
I can’t imagine
the tedium
the boredom
.
house 111
box 125
house 113
box 127
box 129
.
but he has bills
probably a car
monthly payments
insurance to pay
kids at home
a wife off to her job
.
after he’s done
winding through
the neighborhood
maybe he’ll have the time
to go home and
relax with a beer
.
in the meantime,
I hope he doesn’t
leave the wrong mail
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