The damage is done.
The thrills are less fun.
I've been handed a gun.
Laughing,
I stare into the Sun.
Something has to be won.
I can't write. I only fight.
My direction is gone.
Every woman I "Love,"
says, "that's not enough."
Above poverty it's happy, gassy, and fine.
Nothing trickles down while they spill and
they dine.
Anyone else left behind
are disfigured, unbuildable,
and no longer kind.
Pieces so broken
I've lost everyone.
Crashed out in the race
peers lap my desperate pace.
The lingering will
reduced to a pill.
"Stay in a little longer."
"You'll die or you'll get stronger."
Too abandoned, too rotten.
A lover of all of us too
instantly forgotten.
Writing a poem
won't take me home.
I waited so long
that I made it all wrong.
Fake and dumb
too distracted to come in rut.
All these blank papers
in cabinets, locked-up, and shut.
Lazy and stupid
I fell in the mud
sooner or never I'll admit I'm a dud.
Bald and fat, a beaten old stud.
A cheater, a beater, a loser, and a thief.
Drug adaled, embattled,
my tiger's blood gave me AIDs.
You're nothing at all
unless you get paid.
I flunked out this year.
I revved the different gear.
Destined by fear
I rescind to the rear.
A wolf surrounded by bears.
As we dwindle to less
they start saying we're rare.
I'm too blind to glare.
Every vision a mirage
pulls us back to the stage
where we're yelling in rage
from a chemical reaction
without an operation
that feeds us a function
to lie us out bare.
Swindled and scammed,
I'm the doubt in your eyes
The distance in your gaze.
The lost trail. The spiral maze.
A justification for the laze.
When you want to get lost
I'll be easy to find.
Here. Present. Trapped in a silent mind.
Rattled by visions coiling me into the bind.
The long howl rips the night.
It made it all feel all right.
To bite back. To win the fight.
To recede into the endless source of epic
light
from a crackling zap that sparked all of life
into flight.
Burning and turning
away from my Sun.
I just lower the
gun.
Reminded by tingling
that I'm the Best One.
