I’ve always wanted to be intimidating to talk to,to leave that lasting impression of authority my father did. even if it was all bluster ‘n bluffs, someone worth taking a second to craft a response,but I also like to think I’m fun to talk to,‘n …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #688 (2014)
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 …
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 …
