A Hare’s Breath
He drank what he drew
He went out on a journey
Disrobed a stripe
And the stripe
There was not one straight
Line to stand on
So he sprinted up a monolith
Back flipped onto a monomyth
He thought am I trying
Or am I trying to go around
Or go against it?
He wanted to break
But every time he struck it
The more uncreative and
It would get
It occurred to him
That he might have missed
By a hare’s breath
It also occurred to him
He was fragmented
His journey became
I think I will re-gift your offering
And flip you the celestial bird
Twelve tons of regret on my chest
And vomit at a low boil
Is plenty enough
You've done too much already
But no thanks
What do time and a prostitute have in common? Both screw you and you always end up paying for it.
a lesson learned
it's only after your fingertips burn
that you realize
you're better off wishing from afar—
there's a higher chance lightning will strike you
when you stretch to touch the stars
The shrapnel pierced flesh,
I felt my mortal coil slack.
My last thought wasn't of home,
Or my family there;
It was that I couldn't protect my fellow soldiers anymore.
may the shit i say
make its way into the books,
fuck up history so much it rocks the world off its axis and topples atlas onto his goddamned head,
causes zeus to choke before he devours his children.
poetry is longevity in its gristliest form
and these lines are some enduring motherfuckers plucked fresh off the bone—
hard to swallow,
tough to chew.
some sons of bitches claim words these days ain't shit compared to whitman,
i tell them jesus was a bastard, just like me and you
and his word is gospel.
so i'll celebrate my goddamn self
and make this life a classic,
strip my soul and sell its pieces until there's so much of me exposed that it's pornographic
and my sobs need to be censored
with dial tones.
heart on sleeve, xxx.
i want to be a sell-out for the feeling,
claim i'm a poet but keep my heart open for the stealing,
say i'm a heathen but love my love like religion.
i hope he hears me.
i pray one day my mouth will give more air than what it takes from my suffocating brothers and kindle more fires than the flames it smothers.
i pray that if all my flaws and fortes are placed on a balance,
i will weigh more than my limits—
i will be too fat for the wind to carry,
too colossal to be anything insignificant,
too big to be small.
i pray that one day i will melt the degrees of separation between who i am and who i want to be
so i can be the first beast to say
i didn't save myself for slaughter,
so i can declare my findings to the demons i've expelled and the fellow waning souls i've culled like ships to a lighthouse,
"i made it to the end, and it's beautiful."
I have a roommate
who believes she lives alone
Though I've never made
my presence known to her
She finds comfort in me
and talks to me as if
she knew I was listening
I can feel her staring at me
Sometimes for what
seems like hours
Searching for something
beneath the white paint
If I could only leave this room
I'd go out and find
her the help she needs
I hear it all
The 1 am drunkenness
The 2 am screaming
The 3 am crying
The 4 am pleas
But what I hear the most
is the silence while she
fights the battle within
In a dark room I cry
That I would soon die
I cannot take this anymore
What is it I am living for?
Consumes my soul
Shakes and breaks what's whole
Overwhelms my brain
Turning me insane
Is there anyone out there
That would truly care?
The real me
The things no one else can see?
I search and search, but I cannot find
Aceeptance, love, and peace of mind
Alone I cry and alone I break
The sickness seems to take and take
'Till I'm nothing more than an empty shell
Trapped in my own living Hell
Here today, and gone tomorrow
He's just a flash in the pan
Beg, steal; but never borrow
He doesn't want to be an also-ran
From the bottom to the top spot
He is a modern disease
Got a nose job to keep the girls hot
But really he's living on his knees
Modern man - full of confusion
Modern man - with no solution
Modern man - tripping over his feet
Modern man you're almost obsolete
He's the latest and the very last
Seen and done it before
Likes to think he's an iconoclast
Would be too, but he's a maddening bore
'Give me your name, and give me your number
I'll call you later today'
Sometimes I sit and wonder
Am I too just another cliche
You're a modern man - with no direction
Modern man - a wireless connection
Modern man - such a head for heights
Modern man and his lonely nights
He's the one who'll be on your side
Only if he's in the chair
Even hammers couldn't dent his pride
It's sharper than the parting in his hair
You may come and you may go now
Having taken your chances
Stop, look; and you will see how
He's alone when he dances
He's a modern man - it's his calling
Modern man - now he's falling
Modern man - like a Beaujolais
Modern man only good for the day
Modern man - for your perusal
Modern man - expect refusal
Modern man - one last crescendo
Modern man? I don't think so...
About 40% is 'Moderne Man' by M
About 60% is mine.