It was easier to hide
behind women,
alcohol, and women.
Coward? Maybe.
It was easy though.
No one asked what was
behind the mask or the scars
underneath.
Coward? Maybe.
One day, it’ll come off.
I won’t be ready,
to feel the sun
against my skin.
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It was easier to hide
behind women,
alcohol, and women.
Coward? Maybe.
It was easy though.
No one asked what was
behind the mask or the scars
underneath.
Coward? Maybe.
One day, it’ll come off.
I won’t be ready,
to feel the sun
against my skin.
She watched him
walk past the light post
that he passed
the very first night
after the movies.
The movie was
mediocre, popcorn
expensive, monopoly.
He forgot his jacket,
she held it closer
with each step into
the cold night.
Idle, motionless,
eyes burning from
the gentle breeze,
never left his heels.
I shared the bottom
with you.
We drank to the bottom
that night.
I’ll never forget
the bottom.
felt it
when you touched my hand
when you whispered in my ear
when you said my poems were good
when you smile in my general direction.
Maybe I was just in a lucky room
blue drapes around the rainbow carpet.
I like to believe it was because of me. Faulty
reasoning on a butcher’s knife two hams
away from a sandwich.
She’ll ask me later what that means.
I’ll tell her it was just so you
could talk to me for an hour or two.
Highway flying ninety-
five, stallions in the sky.
Wings of an angel
took the wheel. Didn’t
ask what kind she was.
Dropped dialogue, Dionysus
watched the Stallion
fly his last race. Shotgun
rested at the mercy
of the gods touch.
He looked through me,
the lights carried his eyes.
They met me at the barrel
of the tree. Covered in life,
tears in my eyes,
if only they were mine.
Started from inferior, we all did,
right?
Climbing superior like
aisle seven. Makeshift
titles, they’re real, eleven.
Cardinals fly, with their heart
on their sleeve, valiantly. Envious
of the wings to break the atmo-
sphere tonight, through the day,
to land on your shoulder
just one more time.
Red flicked his hat up and threw the worn Pokeball.
Charizard roared, spewing flames from his belly.
Lance’s Dragonite clasped her hands together and rolled her neck. Smoke blew from her nostrils and smashed her tail against the Earth shaking the crowd in their seats.
The announcer ran his flag down and Charizard stormed into the sky and Dragonite was hot on his tail. The play-by-play caller was always an attack or six behind. Charizard’s Flamethrowers sizzled Dragonite’s collar, but she was too quick. Dragonite mangled Charizard’s tail, slowing his flight to a glide, then a dive.
Dragonite’s Dragon Pulse met Charizard’s Flamethrower lips to lips and exploded. The smoke blew through the crowd and silenced everyone. The smoke shifted side to side, Charizard was the first to roar, then Dragonite gave a scream. She sank to the stadium, crashing, Charizard flew through the smoke and halted in front of her. Charizard’s Fireblast surprised Dragonite and her Protect was late. Smoke blew off of Dragonite, than her eyes met his.
Franklin’s favorite part, Lance and Red, never uttered a command. Lance’s arms crossed and locked eyes with Red’s. The battle played out different in each of their battles, this was Charizard v Dragonite six. Dragonite won three, and her last match mostly.
Dragonite channeled her Hyper Beam, Charizard charged his Overheat, then screen turned to a commercial for Poke food.
“What! How could they! Franklin! Franklin, what happens!”
Frankin heard Daisy, felt her, pulling at his sleeve, “Charizard ties the series with that one.”
I’ve been outta my mind
feel like my life ain’t mine.
On the outside looking in
still in line tryin to fit me in
before they drop the firing pin
we all have to live with sin.
Who can relate?
I just gotta stay alive
pray one day you’ll be mine
need a little night in the day
sleep under the sun set,
Who can relate?
I watched the wall crumble
to your feet.
Stormed the trenches
against my intentions.
I couldn’t bare the
chains around my lungs.
Your lips hold the key
for the cell around me.
I’ve never been good at seeking.
Stuffed under a rock behind
your mom’s old wagon
was always my first guess.
Running along the padded
bed of roses, never thought
to check further.
Why would anyone go that far?
Hiding was always easy.
You can hide in plain sight,
the seeker never looked to close.
Always in the neighbors backyard
or in the basement under
the ping-pong table.
I was right behind you.