God, it’s an awful con, isn’t it?Just how long it can seem. used to be a time I’d make fun of someone like me, trapped so far from someone like you, as if I was enlightened, as if I knew better. But I was strong, but I never had to worry, about feeling …
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Untitled #211 (2018)
I know,philosophically,that its damn dangerous to put you on an altar,to raise you up as some grand granite ideal,that no flesh, bone, ‘n blood could ever… –but that don’t mean I don’t want to tell your myth,to read the tabs of you tip to tip,and strum you long lost lyrics like Lyrato let my lips …
They Call it an Old Soul (2013)
I’m tired.I’m tired of drinking alone,And being okay with that. I’m tired.I’m tired of loving children,And knowing I’ll never be strong enough to try to have my own,Again. I’m tired.I’m tired of looking at love stories,And seeing where they fail,Where I failed,Again and again. I’m tired.I’m tired of finding people who admire me,After the fact,When …
Sometimes I Take the Train Into the City, and Wonder if I’d Feel Better There (2013)
Yeah, I live near San Fran,A couple hours out,But we get the same news channels,And that has to count for something.
No it’s cool, I like it. (2013)
I’m making love to a whiskey bottle,And flirting with a man in front of me,And I don’t know what’s cheating on who. And I’m pretty sure I’m just as much of a man,Even if I want him fucking me. I can still take it,And be manlier than you’ll ever know. Pitcher,Catcher,It’s all a damn fun …
Moby Dick (2013)
Behind the Door: 1. replaced a typo “on and one” 2. Added indentations to link ideas together, whale and inscrutable. 3. Refused to reblog, mostly to avoid spamming people’s dash. Melville’s got that peg-leg bent again,Going on and on about the inscrutable,And I’m certain it’s just as like he’s talking up Hawthorne. California hills in …
Dear, Love Has Nothing To Do With It (2013)
I want to leave you bruised and sore and feeling wonderful about it.I want to take you, Bend you over, And make you swear you’ve seen god in the grain of the fake wood of this desk,I want to fill youBe you,Become such a part of you that we melt together for that endless fleeting …
College = Bitter, or Why I Dropped Out (2013)
I’m tired of a system that values my funds more than my intelligenceI’m tired of a system that teaches to groups rather than individualsI’m tired of a system that pushes young people into career paths that are five years out of dateI’m tired of a system that demands you be frugal and intelligent with your …
Building a Fire (2013)
Building a fire,You can’t be afraid of the flames. It’s not that it doesn’t hurt anymore,It’s that I know I can’t let that stop me. There are things,There are things you rip yourself up for. There are things,There are things worth more. Whiskey bottles and guilt swaddles;I don’t want to go into therapy again. There …
Burnt (2013)
I took apart your toaster this morning.It burnt my toast, and I wanted to know why. Turns out it’s just a toaster. I don’t think it meant to be a bother,But now I can’t put back it together.
