On death, life, and love.
(2015)
Interpret the subject to please you best - I write these poems for you, after all.
An acquaintance, A friend, A cutout, subordinate, Piece of cardboard Sat down next to me.
At work Everyone dressed up like zombies Unaware Of their surroundings They wear frowns
I met an old man dying in pain He told me my generation sucks We’ll end up in flame We aren’t worth a fuck And i’m insane
There you are, Real as Yesterday, Beautiful as Tomorrow, With cat-lash, blue eyes. Our bodies embrace,
Soaring, Thursday nights pass by; Familiar stars Nearby. Relentless,
Sometimes you must wonder, Are you the Player: Running, kicking, Laughing, loving; The scorer of the points,
I pulled the knife from my stomach that should have hit my heart. I drove to my friend’s house where I should have overdosed. I woke up in my bed
I’m a conjunction; AndSean the foreground; OrSean forgotten; WhoSean I’m the bridge and the build up I’m the elevator and the stairs
Everyone’s in such a fucking hurry But you got nowhere to go, What’s the point of rushing When we’ll end up 6 feet below. I woke up to a dead raccoon
People will ask you to speak up, They will beg you, persistently, Until you are yelling. They will tell you to stop yelling… Until you talk normally.
You drank an ocean of coffee. You got lost down by the bay. Time chews you up like toffee, And spits you out the following da… Everyday you should celebrate,