I’ve been trying to find the right metaphor to describe her, like picking a ripe orange from an orange tree. They all sort of seem like they would be fine. And I’ve never been picky about oranges. But I know one is the best. It’s on the tree somewhere. I’m just too lazy to findContinue reading “Oranges and Metaphors”
She won’t respondto my texts,because I texted herbestfriend and askedfor nudes.I guess that wasn’t cool.But her frienddidn’t send them anyway,so what’s the big deal?Respond to me, bitch. No response. Ok,I know that wasn’tvery nice either.You’re not a bitch.But I miss you.Does that countfor anything?You haven’t respondedto me in so long,and I’m a needy sad boy.Please.RepondContinue reading “Respond”
You used to tell me to stay sober. I used to smoke a blunt before you would come over. I always said that I was just tired. You never really believed me. You just wanted to be with someone, and you hated to fight, so you would let it go. But we were both unhappy,Continue reading “Lies”
I haven’t touched these words in so long that they got covered in dust. And now I feel rusty as I try to readjust them. I can’t remember how where they were supposed to go. The order seems messed up. Or the purpose is missing. Or maybe they were just shitty words to begin with.Continue reading “Sounds Like Me”
What does it matter that I’m on my phone, when everyone else is on their phone too. And what does it matter that I’m drunk in the afternoon, when everyone else is drunk too. Ok, well maybe not everyone. But I’m already drunk, so it’s too late to change that. Don’t judge me. Fuck off.
The idea of creating something new is kind of daunting, and it haunts me to think about all of the profound things I didn’t say because I was afraid that you wouldn’t think they were very profound in the first place. Maybe that’s why I write about tits and drinking and getting high. Maybe I’mContinue reading “Profound”
Thirteen drinks later and suddenly it’s Saturday. It was Friday the last time I checked. But now its Saturday. That’s ok. At least I have some idea of what’s going on. But this hangover keeps kicking me in the skull. Like a boot against a door. Fuck. I need to get to the liquor storeContinue reading “Drunk Blur”
Quick, come with me quick, while everyone else is busy watching Netflix. Let’s run away and make something of all this. Let’s make something of ourselves, quick, and do anything besides binge watch this shit. Quick, let’s do something productive with our time, before we get stuck doing nothing at all.
It’s all sweat in the morning. It’s coffee, and burnt toast, and then the same worries that I always have. It has something to do with the start of a new day, I think, because each day seems like it could be my last day. Each day feels like it could be the day thatContinue reading “Sweat”
She has zits on her tits and she thinks that makes her ugly. She thinks to herself, no one will love me. But I love her. Because even though she has zits on her tits her lips are sweet, and she drinks with me, and when she reads my poetry she smiles at the wordsContinue reading “Zits”