Simply

You let me down quick
No need to be soft about it
And that’s alright
I think
I’m just as alone
As I’ll ever be
All my friends are putrefacts
Living in an altered state
Or just the next one over

I spent hours pulsing crimson blood
And only a few minutes is what it took
To figure out for once and for all
That it’s just the way it falls
Or hits the fan
Whichever you prefer
Love is simply shit
It's this basic human need
Yet not everyone can have it

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Speak in Pictures

How does it feel
To feel unfulfilled
You’re just as much of a bat
As I am
And it’s not helping

How does it feel to get a
Get out of jail free
Metaphorically
It shouldn’t be this happy
in the dark
Should it?

I probably should not judge you
For things you have done but will not do
Again but things like that eat at me
When I’m trying to sleep
Then again
I’ve already spent a third of my life
Doing that and don't
Remember a second of it

Hello, 1984 again (the year, not the book)
And I’m barely a thought
Let alone conception
And I have no self-control
When the piggies ask for their checks
So they can take floozies around in limousines
And call it living

Maybe I just need to feel it
Feel what
I want to fall asleep beneath this tree
But I’m too busy thinking
Of the things you’ve done but will not do
Again and I wonder when I’m going to
Get my chance
What chance
I had a million
And blew them
Skewered them
Till the aggregate cracked and
Took me with it
And as I’m plummeting
I’m not praying
Nor is life flashing before my eyes
Like they say it does
Nah
I’m thinking of all those bad bad things you did
That you say you will not do
again and

All the Best Satirists

Maybe I should study Buddhism
Or Greek mythology
Just to have something else to
Parody

Maybe I should take up
Another addiction
And forget about the regular itinerary
This nice little party
They’re throwing me
For reasons that cannot faze

There is no sense in tradition
Family is all that matters
But family’s what’s driving us crazy
And I dream of a times’ told
Terribly old, satirical story
And want to be a piece of it
For centuries it’s remained untitled
But I scoff and give it one

“How to exist on your own terms”

And I’m burning calories
Burning up the atmosphere
And I’m in harmony
Writing etudes on misery
And if you fill me up
I will not spill
Because anyone irrelevant
Can clearly see
I’m making something of
Being a nobody

But I’m still learning
How to exist on my own terms
How to craft a new given name
No senseless vowels or consonants
May hold it back from the gathering of
The burning hearts of dying stars
That stretch into deep space
And send back lunar melodies
To greet us on the radio
The familiar tunes
Having yet to be heard

These are the means on how
To exist
To feel
To sense
But never quite
To see

Untitled #3068

I will not apologize for being a male
I will not apologize for enjoying sex
I will not apologize for having an opinion
I will not apologize for loving art

Losing my back for causes I don’t care about
I can never help but surprise myself
In this having felt like an old man
And laughing at all the ugly paintings
That people find something in

I will not apologize for insulting art
I will not apologize for hating everything you say
I will not apologize for loving everything you are
I will not apologize for being indifferent

The blinds cut slats across our bodies
And work is a grind we deal with
I can’t much see you anymore
And when I do it’s like this
Breathing in morning air
Wishing it was cigarette smoke
With awkward coughs in between
Clinging to the walls and skipping beats in routine

I will not apologize for being different
I will not apologize for being cliché
I will not apologize for feeling trampled
I will not apologize for waiting on idle

Instead of turning off the car
And the ringer rings as you
Walk into the gas station
And spill a tote of cheap beer
The clumsy idiot you are
But I know I love it
And when you offer to pay it
Even though I know you
Only have a 10 in your pocket
And four dollars in your account
But because you’re good-looking
Or something
The clerk says it’s okay
And puts 10 on 3
And we’re on our way
But when I lean in for a kiss
At the red light
Some jerk honks and swears
For missing the green

I will not apologize for the bullies
I will not apologize for the frail
I will not apologize for inevitable abuse
But if I am the one that ever hurt you
or anyone around you
I apologize

(it's weird to me how stupid and machismo this sounds.)