Hangover

Someone is lighting matches in my skull,

I let the coffee get luke-warm again,

How did I end up in Bluepoint or Bellport?

Those rich white people thought I was dead,

Try not to stumble to the door in front of the new neighbors.

Vices, Vexes, Vindication

I live life looking to the hourglass,

It shows that life has passed, whether heat death or a cold bodily existence, inherently paradoxically spent all the same...

Time is the greatest equalizer and the ultimate god,

Recognizing a lack thereof is the greatest solvent of guilt and the ultimate vindicator.

Tomorrow comes today until tomorrow doesn’t.

Soon there will be no more mistakes or recesses of desire,

Soon there will be no more treats or trips or trials,

Soon there will be time no more. 

A Letter to Julie

Oh my love, you are my oldest friend.

I know your legs have weakened and your nose so dry;

I must admit you near the end of days, soon to join Daffodil by way of pushing daisies.

For I still inhabit spring, I will always feel you in every cherry blossom bloom.

The ticking of my many wall clocks reminds me that I’m never too far behind.

For you, I hope there really is a heaven…

Please wait for me.

fuck the system

I have six months to make up my mind on what to make of my life.

I’d rather watch makeup videos online than lineup for the professional pecking order-- setting individualism aside where ironically, I’m supposed to stand out and simultaneously abide,

I’ve never been good at following the rules and it’s not that I don’t understand,

I’m just bad at going along with the authoritative posturing bullshit and lies…

I’ve been told I’m insensitive and perhaps a bit sociopathic,

But if I don’t find it funny I probably won’t think to laugh at it.

I won’t remember to shave because I don’t think hair is offensive,

And if I hear a baby whine I’ll probably scowl at it,

But whip your tit our to feed it and I won’t bat an eye,

Because feeding your child is totally fine.

I’ll pick up your books if you drop them,

And lend a hand if I have half the time,

I’ll always obey the right of way,

But in the end your path I cannot follow if yours is the only say.

Fuck the system.

Human/Nature

Will you sit with me and watch the sunflowers grow?

Fuel them as they fuel us in a symbiotic respiratory volley,

We aren’t autotrophs, but we can appreciate their way of life while we bask in our Vitamin D giving tree rays just the same;

Let us auto-regulate each other’s body temperature with only the mediation of the cool, damp soil below…

The insects buzz, as they should,

The crows land one by one and occasionally take a seed, but only as many as they need,

And the dead leaves fall when their time has come.