album after album
the empties pile higher
than the hopes inside
we chain smoke watching
a diamond crushed beer can glisten
when the sun sets at the right angle it
shimmers on the porch like
alcoholism
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7 Seconds or Less
We live in a generation bombarded by images, videos, and text
We hate the wordy
We despise the complex
Short, instant, and engrossing
Is that too much to ask?
Possibly
Boat Shoes
No socks and
boat Shoes
In the depth of winter
A man in the city and
not a nautical outing in sight
Like a sailor
never destined to sail
Like a Car salesman
never to sell
Don’t let your shoe choice limit you
Lividity
Paradise
Paradise is subjective
An island retreat,
Or a warm embrace,
To a quiet room.
Or the sound of you enemies blood hitting the floor…
While the sirens flicker,
Red,
Blue,
Red,
Blue.
Sad Hand Job
You remind me of a sad hand job.
Not quite what I wanted,
Nor what I signed up for.
You hurt a bit.
And I know I could do better myself.
Halter-Pop
You are eating a Starbucks cake-pop,
And I hate you.
Bleach blonde dipped ends,
Halter top.
Bus Rides
Everlasting
I just want to be high
I just want to bleed
I just want to be intoxicated
Gather myself up after
Charming
Fuck this tea drinking
Cat petting
Romantic seeking
Bullshit
As simple as it seems
It’s painfully unreal
Raw
Anxiety filled voices
The need to impress
I want to hurt
Because it is simpler
Hypocrite
I feel as ironic as my moody poems
If they are even that
They are more like selfish rants
And I’m sorry
But fuck
What else am I suppose to do ?
Emotionless Candy
You ate my last piece of Candy,
You heartless vessel.
You are as emotionless as the poorly pressed candy smile on your stolen treat.
Sociopathic candy stealing fein,
Enjoy yourself.
Internal Thoughts as a Weirdo
I want to be treated like an endangered animal
I like her butt (it’s nice)
I heard him say “Not my beautiful mock chicken” as he screamed he grabbed for plastic that wasn’t his
I see there are more crows than trees in the cemetery
I like people that smell like cigarettes
I like to hug them
I think ‘I never liked her’ as the pleather chair she sits on squeaks
I don’t like to hug her
Holes make me uncomfortable
Lost
In the spring, the fields and ditches
flood beside the lake.
When the wind is calm,
the pools are still,
And the sky is overcast.
The reflections create a monochrome world.
Driving by,
Eye darting from pool to pool
You can get lost
From the world that is your own.
The beauty found in these reflections
is otherworldly yet simple.
Like the most elegant black and white
photography.
And you long for a world similar
But as the summer gets hot,
The pools will disappear,
And so will the beauty.
Starrfishing 