Urgent
I want
to lift you up,
drive you into the wall,
and take you hard and fast and with
gusto.
I want
to lift you up,
drive you into the wall,
and take you hard and fast and with
gusto.
Words are
a legacy
for our children and theirs
so that they do not repeat our
mistakes.
More beer!
Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!
I want to drink until
I can’t even remember my
own name.
Ripple
through the deep dark,
rise towards the heavens, and
grasp the moon, the stars, and even
your dreams.
It is
one blazing hot,
humid motherfucker
of an egg-cooking summer day.
Goddamn.
Plummet
and find your way
in the scattered fragments
of ego, passion, and truth in
yourself.
Grace is
a kind gesture
when there is little need,
little gain, and monumental
impact.
Lonesome…
The empty room,
the phone that never rings,
the frigid bed waiting each night…
Lonesome…
Wondering just who gives a damn,
or if they ever did,
or ever will…
Lonesome…
Dear friend,
we’ve had a time.
I wish you the best with
your next endeavors. Godspeed and
goodbye.
White noise,
conversations –
it’s all the same to me:
a frustrating distraction from
focus.