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

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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

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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

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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

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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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