Tuesday, September 17, 2013

not another poem

35 years and counting
many hearts broken and flaunting
a new tattoo for every season
a new husband for every inning

my dad took the best of me
and the remain i shared with thee
i cannot be responsible for your pain
you should wear a raincoat in the rain

writing poems may win you pussy
but at the end of the day sweetie
pussy gets dry and you will try
writin one more poem to get high  ..

this aint no drug cowboy
rollin joints is sweet
you are broken and so unwanted
you appeal only to the weak

i am tired of leading
horse to
the water
and maybe i wont matter


Who will guard your life?
Corpse chaser…
Mouth to mouth
U wave your hands
The dead are ....blind
You scream for help
The dead are ....deaf
You kick the sea in panic
The dead are .....dead
You float in serenity
The dead join u
Mouth to mouth
Elbow to elbow
Pinky to pinky
Forming a dead horizon
The livin watch from shore

Dead Inside.