Poetry · Writing

Delicate Crush

Rash in all earnings

a piece of me

in your front pocket

like a locket hangin’ from your belt

and I can’t help but melt

in your illuminating light

with the might of a human ten times

your force. you crush me with a gentle

hand and a delicate crush.

 

My heart and my legs fold like paper

water under my nose, and I’ll feel weak.

Poetry · Writing

The Taste of Tranquility

Lucky? Only when I don’t play the lotto.

Out of sight out of mind

and one day will find

peace.

It might sound the least

but the best days are when we sit in sync

sit on our couch and shrink

chill a little bit and drink

to the next time

we find

peace.

It’s never on the weekend

or planned

not an accident since we fold

like tracing paper

fate or not it’s not from the maker

it’s just us

when there is

or have

peace.

Poetry · Writing

Shades and a Daiquiri

It’s just a little magic-

opened like a book

and read backwards

no speeding ticket

all in the heat never a cricket.

False alarm-

get the broom and stop the noise

jump the broom and live the noise,

it’s only a matter of time,

didn’t fall to far from the tree

a lesson in history was free

and me,

find me with some shades and a Daiquiri.

 

Poetry · Writing

The Mute Button

Ever over reach

have ya hand cut by a freak

dig you a ditch and leave ya with a gun barrel.

I’m just kiddin’

had a blackout and was wonderin’

what it would be like

if you were blacked out-

Silence

catch a movie let it be golden

and I will be foldin’

my spare time up and save it for later

your chatter will fuck it up.

Poetry · Writing

I become Leeroy

Making sure this is it-

using both hands

eyes on the road and the golden flow.

 

I’ll destroy everything.

It’s who I am, but not this.

Walkin’ out of the light to hide my shadow

keepin’ my head up and out of the gallows.

 

The light of the header

the back of the net like Neymar

but there won’t be a cheer. Maybe not out loud.

A screaming internal battle cry

and I become Leeroy.

Just my name in hand

baby it’s all me it’s all I got-

and she’ll see the shadow,

and walk it in.

Poetry · Writing

Young Sinatra

Just a joke

got it tatted

lifes a bitch and then you’ll die

thats why we get high-

but they forgot the apostrophe

so they don’t own it

morn it

she’s now just a trophy wife

just wanted to live that stellar life

walkin’ and struttin’ down runways

but you’re just a grown up run away

like we were kids again preppin’ for photo day

and we followed your dad to work like a stowaway

foolish way- we made the world our putty

man girl you used to be so funny

now you don’t smile anymore

like when we swore

to keep the deepest down as sophomores

but with less heart

now you’re hollow

and I guess you’ll never know when you’re gonna go.

 

Poetry · Writing

Venom

It carries me,

talkin’ in my ear like a devil

festers, and it’s evil.

Reminds me of my failures

and my next

the one who says why it’s easy for everyone

to walk away.

 

-It was their choice

~they never needed you and they never will

it’s not like that

that’s why she never called back and destroyed her phone

she said she woke up late

yup, on that other guys dick.

 

Festers, a poison

a potion of lesser

feelin’ skinny

pukin’ up a little bit of me

just a little stressed

waitin’ on a call.

 

 

Poetry · Writing

Thirty Day Trial

Started with a trial

and are thirty days went out awhile

time flies by when it’s worthwhile

now I can see us walking down the aisle-

 

and one day will be so far ahead

all the haters will be torn to shred

fed up and counting all this bread

doin’ so much just layin’ with you in bed-

 

it’ll be all worth it lookin’ up at this dome

protecting us built high and bright out of chrome

just not another chromosome

and with you it’ll always feel like a home.

Poetry · Writing

Third Look

Is that all that hate again

just shut your mouth let the start

build up your art

so you can find somethin’ else to thank your lucky stars I have the patience to keep my foot up out it.

 

That wasn’t mean

just a promise-

mostly to my team

that I won’t shy away diggin’ gold out the stream- damn.

 

It’s late damnit

now I’m just a magnet

to these rabid rabbits

all they are is some deli bandits dressin’ up as maggots tellin’ the coup it’s a status lyin’ around with these fuckin’ maggots.