Brain Injured Fuck
A ghost of himself walking,
able to touch, to smell, to see,
to experience life, sensually.
This cheapens the life, teases
the mind. If only a little more or
perhaps a bit less…no questions
asked, no assumptions made.
A lukewarm hell, a glimpse of life,
an experience cheapened by
the vicarious means with which
it is seen. Knowing is what is more.
A poet he is and has become
A watcher, a purveyor of truths
denied. So fitting to be alone.
Dude, I’m leaving, you coming?
I just want one more shot.
But you cheated on me!
Please, give me just one more shot.
I’m done, this is too hard!
Give it just one more shot,
you’re almost there.
You abused me, i’m leaving!
It won’t happen again,
give me just one more shot.
Soldier, you missed the tartget.
Just one more shot, I got thiis.
Aren’t you driving them and you home?
I’ll be fine, just one more shot.
You cheated on me again!
I’m sorry my dear, PLEASE
give me just one more shot
*on the deathbed*
How I wish I had just one
more shot to do things right.
Don’t look back at times gone by,
With reverence and longing.
Learn from the past and move ahead
Long not for Gomorrah skies.
Oh Bartender, where was my drink? Why’d you have to leave?
I was headed for a bridge and you left me…
Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late…
I lay broken on the edge and you left me…
Fealty gone to waste as my life passed…
what was, what could have been, what won’t be.
A strength inside, fueled by anger and misguided
truths… a rogue starlight, bent. Straightened
and following a way not of His own… so refreshing.
Am I lost? Nay, I am but an above average traveler
on this journey, untold. Won’t you come along,
the road is bound to be worth the walk?
knowing you will never be the one, always last in the boat
too good of a friend… it hurts and strengthens the
resolve to become a prick, the ones they fuck and then
regret. better to be lusted for than tucked away on a shelf of disrepair.
Oh to be a fucked up boy toy. To be a good guy, a broke but not
broken man, it is harder than you think. Forgotten as a wandering fool
A fool for thinking he might be meant for more, but none are more.
All seeking cliche anecdotes to society’s “man” Fuck this!
what he does as he’s going through, hard to see
or to explain but it’s better than has been seen before
less it seems is all he is, not worthy to be called a man
eunich, more accurately describes his life. No hope for
those without, have to find themselves in a bottle or better.
Above and beyond, but lower than low. What to do in
a world of less than average people? Smelling the forest
without seeing a tree. Le sigh is all is said, le sigh et c’est la vie.
‘Til Death Do We Part
Hiding from yourselves, most locked in nostalgic poison. Can’t
see the river for the water, drowning on your excuses. Waiting
for life to happen but action is the catalyst. The good times
are now. Passion plays, lies of love and love profound.
Excuses made, cheating the best. Experience life and all it has
to offer. Watch the sunset in the eyes of a paramour, feeling
fire deep inside, all forgotten for the moment. Magic burns…