imagine for a moment the passion that must exist, despite everything else, between two lovers – enough so to create a new life. to procreate is to sit at that unfathomable symposium drinking the nectar of the gods.
The Trojan Horse has Nothing on Us
poem
Every time I try to outrun myself
They traveled the open oceans by the light of the stars
and despite my path being laid clear
as though Siri was reading me the turn-by-turn
I feel lost.
Just as a stone thrown from the trail
becomes buried among the thicket.
A slight miscalculation is a critical error
when your dreams lay among the stars.
The answer must be somewhere,
In my children’s smile,
In the bottom of an empty bottle,
under the flashing lights of some
dark and dingy back room,
with a fake name and cheap perfume.
Madness is one hell of a drug.
Scared New World
Did you know?
There was a time when strangers
shook hands every time they met someone new.
That people used to pack themselves shoulder-to-shoulder
in halls and arenas to see a concert or a game.
Did you know?
We didn’t always wear a mask and gloves
when we had to go outside.
There wasn’t always glass between us muffling conversations
at the bank or at the store.
Did you know?
The restaurants used to be so crowded
you could barely hear the people you sat with.
That people gathered in bars to drink and enjoy
the company of people they didn’t know.
Did you know?
It wasn’t always a crime to cough or sneeze in public.
That work wasn’t always done from home.
That movies weren’t always watched on the couch.
Did you know?
That we used to have something called “freedom”.
That we didn’t always have to carry papers proving we were immune,
Or let the government trace our every move.
Did you know?
The news wasn’t always bad.
That you used to be able to visit grandma and grandpa
without being afraid.
That there wasn’t always fear of a kiss or a hug.
Did you know?
That farmers and simple men once fought the largest
army on the globe to give us everything
we surrendered in an instant without a fight.
Did you know?
Are these the questions our children will ask their own?
While they are living life through a screen,
a part of our scared new world?
Did you know?
dim streetlights.
We walked the streets of some imagined imagined city.
You didn’t hold my hand. You said there was a party down the street.
I told you I didn’t want to go. That if we went we wouldn’t leave together.
You looked me in the eye and told me you didn’t need me anymore. You turned and walked away.
My subconscious knows it now.
Then why is it still so hard for me to accept?
up again
when I listen to too much Fleetwood Mac
they say not to invest too much of yourself
in your possessions and instead to invest in people.
though sometimes I find it hard to believe,
at least the things you own can never leave,
while those people in which you invest
more often than not leave a hole in your chest,
She asks me
boy, why do you wear that frown?
the rock on which I used to lean
now just weighs me down.
at night it feels like my heart could bleed
so i’ll sit tight and smoke my weed.
I miss you now
but not like before.
my chest aches knowing
I have to close the door.
jack daniels, jack herer
she asked me tonight
why I’m never sober when I call.
how could I explain to her that
I still need that little bit of liquid courage
every time I want to talk to the only girl
who somehow after three years
still makes me as nervous as
the first time.
Suburban Youth 