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sad boys

sad boys

live sad lives

in this sad town

in this sad world

with these sad wounds

that sadly won’t heal

with these sad smiles

and sad jobs

in this sad house

where even the walls cry.

 


Somewhere in Between

Draw

more drawings

 

and

Paint

more paintings

 

Of farts on

Fire

 

And massive babies

giving birth to tiny adults

 

Spindly Blue Men licking their own asses

 

Women Skydiving

with babies attached to umbilical cords

That are also skydiving

in spread eagle form

Wearing helmets

and parachutes

donning faces that fight the wind

 

Because

 

When we look at them on canvas

We can’t help but laugh

 

Being 8th grade fuck boys

Which we still are

hiding in bags of Cheetos

that lie below beards

and Cheetos stained wine glasses


Partnernless and Stir Crazy

You should have said, yes

to the guy who asked you out at work

he could listen to your paranoia

so we wouldn’t have to

a lover would have better ears


Mother

no one can pamper you

like a Mother can.

no one makes better mac and cheese;

or hot chocolate

just after you’ve come inside

from building a snow fort.

no one makes a better breakfast

on a lazy Sunday.

no one gives a better hug

than a Mother can.

no one gives better advice

when you don’t know what you’re doing

with your life.

no one is more comforting

when you’re having a rough day.

hell, No One else knows you well enough

to notice something was wrong.


untenanted words

I write songs with no music

I write hooks with no beat

I fly with no wings

I run with no feet

I drive with no wheels

Do you know how that feels?

I think with no brain

They call me insane

I swim with no air

I’m a broke millionaire

I act with no part

I end with no start

I love with no heart

That’s why I’m falling

apart


i guess that’s what drugs are for

take me out of my head

just for a few hours

a few minutes

anything, really.

stop the racing

thoughts of inadequacy

that constantly badger me.

i guess that’s what drugs are for

but they don’t seem like the answer,

not this time at least.

a temporary solution

to this permanent beast.


The Heat of July

Billy walked to his death

and held his head high.

He knew no matter what Judge said

he never told no lie.

He never did shoot that boy,

he wasn’t there that night.

He never did pull the trigger,

he didn’t start no fight.

Now Billy spent the last 4 years

stuck inside a cage.

Barely any sunlight,

only room for rage.

He didn’t let that get him down,

“In my mind I’m free.

I know that I’m innocent,

no matter what they do to me.”

Young Billy walked to his death

and held his head high.

He knew no matter what Judge said

he never told no lie.

Now they tried to say Billy

was a cold and callous killer.

It worried Bill so much,

he could barely eat his dinner.

Billy never hurt no one

he could barely squash a fly,

he was ‘fraid of the charges

and what they could imply.

It was his word against the dead

He knew he stood no chance

They were gonna do away with Billy

without a second glance.

So Billy walked to his death

and held his head high.

He knew no matter what Judge said

he never told no lie.

Billy had one goal today,

to go and die with pride.

He stiffened up that upper lip

and lengthened up his stride.

He walked to the table

and began to shake,

for he knew this was the last time

he’d ever be awake.

So Billy walked to his death

and held his head high.

They killed Billy that day

in the heat of July.


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