Category: poem

commentator
on you and me
our old capacity
for love and hatred
in this society

we used to sit together
on the same old boards
listening to the same old
complaints of consideration

long before my ears bled
from day old lies reread
to the disregarded degenerates
in their horrendous homes

now i’m trying to stick up
for what it is i believe in
whatever it is that i believe in
to get me through the rest of today

not like i had a choice
to keep you here with me
but i’ve heard good things
about your new congregants

at least they seem to be
what they present themselves as
when you wave and say,
“hello”

you’ve done it again
made my mistakes
disappear
it’s never as easy
as you make it
look
when i find myself
in trouble again
inevitably
will you still be
looking over me
diligently
as forgiving as
your soul will
allow
my broken bones always
spread across your
tapestry
you seem to
have no trouble at all
reconstructing
if i turn away now
who will ever
wonder
the road is long
but i am so far from
redemption
take me along
without you here
protecting
presented here now
before my judgement
withstanding

she’s gone back in time before
it’s nothing really new at all
snaps her fingers and counts to four
(just an old magical transfer protocol)

she wakes up on the east coast
sand on her bare feet
next to the closest sign post
(pointing where to eat)

she just goes to her ways
forgetting old problems
including yesterday
(and the past autumn’s)

mostly she just stays at the beach
or rides up and down the streets
it’s a fine art you can’t teach
(but it’s easier then constant defeats)

see the weather’s a little better
no wind chill to bring you down
no need to wear a sweater
(unless you decide to go uptown)

she’ll buy high end designer wears
smoke rings around happy hour
but who even really cares
(when you’ve got unlimited power)

when she comes back i hope you see
she’s more dangerous
then you’d think she’d be
(but dont make a big fuss)

her hearts in the right place
i just wish i knew where that was
it’d be easier to embrace
(then just hitting pause)

if i call in dead
do you think they’ll ask
to see the certificate
of my demise

if i send in some bones
will they look through
my carefully
crafted disguise

if i masked my voice
would it sound suspicious
or insanley
well devised

if i gave my notice
i suspect that
might be
mostly wise

get it better
on the waves you ride
left to be bitter
for the riptide

lift you up
by the seaside
forced under
to be dragged behind

sidelined
by the wrong time
catch no rhythm
on the new line

break the void
from the depths
gathering momentum
to make it out alive