I wish I had giant eyes
The kind of eyes that are so glassy
And so glossy
that they cannot be real
I wish they would take over my sight
Allowing for hyper sight
Seeing who I am
I wish my eyelashes went further than my brow
Catching tears before they descend
Cupping the salty liquid
Carving raw designs into my forehead
Telling me who I am
I wish the crook of my neck
Was large enough to consume my family
Store them with me
Even when they are long dead
Their bones would become mine
Showing me who I am
I wish I had a buzz cut
You can see every mark
On my scalp
The kind of hair that makes you question gender
They can decide who I am
Hung on a Sunday,
Filing for a loan.
Sewing buttons back on pants,
Still afraid of the family dog.
Longing for ice cream on the steps of the general store.
Aesthetically pleasing 99 cent lollipops,
A lettuce eating competition,
And stakes are high.
Two ex-convicts walk into Homesense,
Soft towels and hardened criminals.
Convicts have to purchase reasonably priced homewares too.
FREE SCRAP METAL
That kitchen you always dreamed of
The three tiered mesh fruit basket in the centre, drawing energy
I am dipping my slightly charred pancakes into a tea I added too much sugar to
I release three confused tears out of my only working tear duct
Give it three years and your house will have burned
Too bad your husband made it out (don’t worry he died later)
Silently in the night
Three drawers in your refrigerator
Full of food you never got to taste
A baby of three years you never got to taste
Oh, sorry I mean never got to meet
Drifting higher and higher.
Dark and fucked up,
Welcome bruises and blood.
Never able to live up to them.
Preying in the night,
At the end of my bed.
Stains you can never get out,
Preying in the night,
And foaming at the mouth.
I never finish my thoughts.
I miss driving fast
The long summer days have collapsed
We would get high on the ski mountain
Asking Jim to drive again
I miss my piece of shit car
That beautiful purple interior
The time spent in the back seats
I miss my old friends
Well maybe I just pretend
It was the second guessed perception
That lead to the end
But, those days are gone
Repeated and stressed like an old song
With all longing aside
The simple days of that youth are gone
Now we sit and drink warm beer
In constant financial fear
Crippling debt is just part of life
Fucking amazing, right?
19th birthdays full of pink
Dumping vodka in my rented sink
Looking like trash
With a group of friends to match
These days will eventually be gone
After they become repetitive like that old song
Every single shining youthful moment will soon die
You are going to drink lake Michigan.
Gallons and Gallons.
Big big dreams internet man,
I hope you can do it.
Hell, I hope you do it so well you ruin the entire ecosystem around Lake Michigan.
Chase your dreams kid.
No socks and
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
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,
I just want to be high
I just want to bleed
I just want to be intoxicated
Gather myself up after
Fuck this tea drinking
As simple as it seems
It’s painfully unreal
Anxiety filled voices
The need to impress
I want to hurt
Because it is simpler
I feel as ironic as my moody poems
If they are even that
They are more like selfish rants
And I’m sorry
What else am I suppose to do ?