It ain’t like the ol’ days kid, .:light’s too damn bright for one;,ain’t got those same-self feels,that comfort haze, that autumn phase, .:ain’t got that wall dropped pirate flag, that dim-lamp candle-light wanna-glow;,when it was that the wine washed when and when it was that was was when,and the …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #687 (2014)
I’ve seen landscapes that’ve brought me to tears,but they ain’t half as comfortin’ as you.
Untitled #686 (2014)
Darlin’,my darlin’,built of blankets ‘n pillows ‘n dreams of so, so much more,I’m sick today,‘n though you’re a comfort,I need the room you’re takin’ up.
Untitled #685 (2014)
reasons I don’t talk to people,an uncomprehensive list: I don’t know them, they don’t seem friendly, they’re busy, they’re at work, I’m not looking my best, They don’t look like they want to talk to me, I can’t smoke inside anyway, Did you see the free cake in the other room? They can wait until …
Untitled #683 (2014)
it strikes me,sudden and from the black,that life’s been a habit of settling for less,with each new refrain. I wanna sell you something,I wanna stand stage-side and spout these words,I wanna see the admiration in your eyes. I want, I want, I want more,I want to feel about my work the way the vocal few …
Untitled #682 (2014)
if I can make it by on the gettin’ by,can I drive my drive to soar?
Untitled #681 (2014)
I really don’t like my second job.I really don’t like my second job.I really don’t like my second job. and I really want to quit,but how poor is too poor,‘n I ain’t yet starvin’,so I ain’t yet artin’, ‘n I just want a job with words, with words,‘n it ain’t a bold line seperatin’ me …
Untitled #679 (2014)
I dreamt a little dream of you.which is weird,I don’t actually like you.Stay out of my dreams NERD!
Untitled #678 (2014)
It’s a cold, cold wind,or a stiff, stiff drink,that brings you so close to me, and bad as it may be, let the wind blow, let the drink flow. because you’re warm,because you touch,because,because. Because it’s …
Untitled #676 (2014)
Junior year of highschool,had my very first wet dream.Remember it clearly,was humping this great big stuffed rabbit,came in thick loads over my underwear and sheets.Had to wash everything. Had a conversation about this recently,‘n this friend of mine said that our mind is constantly putting odd things together,many of them sexual,so she honestly wonders how …
