that little prick writer
the daughter of the
woman that molested
me is getting married
today
despite my best efforts
to avoid this mind fuck
that little prick writer
inside of me can’t help
himself when it comes
to moments like these
yet he’s finding it quite
hard to scribble down
his genius
(his words not mine)
through the agony
and tears of just how
unfair life can be at
times
getting frustrated he
tosses the pen across
the room looking for
a cigarette
completely forgetting
that a decade has passed
since those days on the
porch
but the both of us
understand there is
a bottle or two with
our names on it
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a faint notion of sweetness
when i close my
eyes i imagine
you taste like
cotton candy
that’s gone
bad
there’s still a
faint notion of
sweetness
but the rest of
it simply chokes
the good out
not that i ever
complain
even in my
dreams
i understand
how lucky i am
to be getting any
at all
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fireworks in the rain
listening to some
asshole down the
road trying to light
fireworks in the rain
i secretly wish one
would blow off his
hand so i would get
some enjoyment
from his frustration
just another holiday
where i’m supposed
to buy something
and when i see those
flocks standing around
to see the lights in the
sky
i can’t help but laugh
and think i’m the only
fucker around that
understands what
independence means
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slinking off into the shadows
i was never able
to take a bite out
of your neon soul
one of those great
regrets i’ll have
until the day i die
and the problem
with slinking off
into the shadows
are the demons
constantly make
you live that failure
over and over again
it would drive a
better man to
suicide
we’re long past
that stage now
a random bullet in
the classic case of
wrong place wrong
time seems much
more appropriate
now
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a criminal on the run
i try to remain patient
anytime i’m in public
when the old women
force a smile upon
their face
as i imagine to them
i’m a criminal on the
run or someone who
is getting ready to
strike again
i usually just keep
my head down and
get whatever i came
to do done as quick
as possible
though i do
understand their
concerns when
they see the fat guy
with the weird facial
hair loading case
after case of beer
in a grocery cart
with a bad wheel
all while humming
psycho killer a little
louder than any human
can say is comfortable
Nice work….love the voice in all the poems…especially the second one.