spend your money wisely
these days of
misery
endless clouds
endless rain
the distant memory
of the last woman
you ever loved
a cold goodbye
another empty
bottle for the
trash
a frantic
re-tracing
of steps
you should’ve
done this or that
and eventually
you’ll realize
you never had
a chance
true love never
gets around to
someone like
you
a buddy tried
to explain this
to you while
ordering you
a lap dance at
the local strip
club
some of us just
have to pay for
it
the capacity to bleed
come down from your
cross and tell me you
love me
tell me you are sorry
tell me it’s all going
to change for the
better one day
lie to me
tell me i’m beautiful
a genius
a broken soul you
need to put together
again
praise me and bless me
and then do it again
insert the sharp end
of your sword right
below my heart
see if i still have the
capacity to bleed
to feel
anything
anymore
the joy of being dead
inside is you can go
years without watching
the evening news and
feel like you’ve never
missed a thing
the trick is learning
how to do that when
you’re alive
the reality of knowing
scribble down
some words and
keep pretending
you are a madman
with heart
no one cares
you’ll never be what
your grandmother
wanted you to be
hell, you’ll never be
as low as your father
predicted
but that burning pit
in your stomach?
that’s the reality of
knowing average is
the worst thing you
can be in this world
average is death
average is a prison
sentence
average is yet
another poem
about the beautiful
woman you are too
scared to approach
the world has no time
for the average
one day you’ll figure
this out
