December 4, 2009

Seven (What Is Life)

All the poems in this volume were titled in numbers. "Seven" meant the next stage of life.

I am going through life in record time. Without even trying I was on my way to eat some more sh*t. Was my mortality really just a series of dirty words?

I am going through my life in record time. Working my shift a day earlier because all the clocks are ahead of my watch. Then sleep walking through my usual array of insomnia.

November 6, 2009

Praying for an Escape

I used to have the freedom to see the sun.
These days I am locked away inside my mind.
I want my old life back.
The seasons are changing.
The weeks are turning into months, even years.

April 6, 2009

American Dream?

You can take whatever you'd like from me.
(And you have)
I have nothing left.
(And you know this already)

If I must be with nothing than I will learn to enjoy having nothing.
Then we will see who has the last laugh.
Yes, I want a white picket fence but you take and you take and you take some more.
My pockets and my soul are empty.
I am tired and I am taxed.
You leave me not choices and ignore me until I can no longer stand on my own two feet.
Then you feed me with food stamps.

You can shovel whatever bull you'd like by me.
(And you have)
I smell nothing.
(And you know this already)

The lessons I once knew and the drive I once had are now all but gone.
I will live within myself and stop pretending I can make my world better.