eventually, all true madmen shave their heads.
not all men with shaved heads are mad,
but rest assured, if a man has never shaved his head,
he’s probably sane…
red shirt, tucked into acid-washed jeans, that are pulled up too high. orange ball cap. slurpie. walking down my street. there is something wrong with that guy. he forgot his fanny pack at home.
Have you ever pulled a bottle out of the garbage, hoping that you just might get that last drop of alcohol? I have, many times. If you haven’t, you’re probably not like me.
you don’t want to be with me,
but you do want me to be
something that you want or need,
but i do not wish to mislead.
i can’t be this thing you want.
i am just a dilettante
i dabble in what you speak of,
but i don’t understand your love.
born empty & naked, but later adorned. loved & carressed for a moment or more. or less; love is fleeting, we all have been warned. he called her his lover, then wife, then a whore. beaten & broken, ridiculed & scorned. once again empty & naked; forlorn. the love that is missing will always be mourned. but never again, a ring to be worn.
if i had the chance,
you know i’d make it count.
i’d bitch & whine & pout.
isn’t that what love’s about?
if i had the chance,
i’d paint you black & blue.
you would do it to me too.
isn’t that what lovers do?
i doubt you ever were.
i don’t think you will be.
i know that you are not.
the time that you waste.
the claims you that make.
the words that you speak.
it’s seldom you write.
where is your art?
you drink to your health.
you drink ‘til the dawn.
you smoke of your death.
to use & abuse.
all i can see is;
a memory of a dream is;
a nightmare.
do you still believe?
will you become?
can you ever be?
do you still remember
me?
when i woke today
alone & in my bed
your scent was on my fingers
your words were in my head
and i remembered why
we could be no more
i am just your fool
& you are such a whore
you can push my buttons
& you can pull my strings
but you are moving backward
& i want different things
this doesn’t mean i hate you
the love just isn’t there
the future’s as you make it
but something we don’t share
the hair was where it’s supposed to be. no Nair could scare the hair from thee. i liked it there, when you were bare. your natural wear excited me…
