the best love poems I ever wrote,
were for things I knew I would never have.
found all my old music the other month,
still remembering all the shit in there
listening to Trailer Trash on repeat.
read through my old blog,
been long enough,
dunno.
told my brother tonight,
in jest mind,
that getting older was more debt,
more responsibility,
‘n more nostalgia.
I miss feeling like I was on the edge of something,
breakdown or greatness I never knew,
but I had my toe out over something.
programming’s a lot like poetry,
in form,
but there ain’t accolades…
just money.
Something, I’ll admit, poetry never gave me in as much volume.
but to speak at volume again…
