November 28, 2012
Shall I write a Sonnet now?
What does it matter, really:
In the windblown world, all you can do is bow.
Bow to the winds, for you know where you stand, truly;
Sometimes we fight against nature,
Other times against ourselves,
If you feel this way, you’re not a failure;
You just have to understand it all: you just have to be yourself.
Burn Burn Burn like roman candles across the night,
Die Die Die like people unwilling to take charge,
Isn’t it so weird, to have lofty dreams and not take charge due to fright?
It’s horrifying, honestly; So many people are on a kick or, sadly enough, a dead march.
Goodbye cruel world of inhibited fear,
Goodbye cruel world of your cruel sneer.
November 30, 2012
Little birds fly on
Jissom flying out, man.
December 1, 2012
Uninvited to this
Uninvited to that
Grandma and Military Bubs and So Fucking What?
Is it so weird to feel alone and to be all right with it?
Is it so wrong to want to go away and to not be around?
Hell send my ass to South Africa in the heat and smoke
And I’ll be just fine thank you very much.
December 2, 2012
Icy waters now
Empty poetry written
No structure to write
Never try at all, kiddies
You’ll just waste your time
For something completely different
Hulk Hogan’s War Bonnet
Is an eyesore
And an abomination and
December 3, 2012
Photograph of my grandmother in her later years
Cool radiant smile
Sits on the freezer door
She looks so happy
But time changed that
Only tell so much
Eighties Miami and beyond
What a town.
Only a few months later
And she’d be sick
And need to be taken care of
Never get to talk to her like a human being.
Heart-ache from old photos
Time ruins everything in photos
Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s spit her bones out.