Dug
Training (incomplete written on train)
Cast away since mom passed
I’m full
Looking at my glass only seeing
The matching half
I laugh,
Pop a Molly in the project party
Polly til they pop somebody
Probably find myself
In karma grinding
Listening to Paul McCartney
Thinking he’s a giant
As I let rhyming and poetry form alliance
She let me know she noticed me
I’m slow to speak
Im in the seat facing the window
Pen flow
the train track motion repeat
Staring at me refusing to look away
Even when I show her my other eye
My decay
I wonder why
Then I wondered
(An updated version of a previous post)
Now that it’s July 4th, a day synonymous with fireworks, people competitively shoving shitloads of hotdogs in their mandibles, and black people renaming it “National Cookout Day” - I feel the need to give all of you some constructive criticism when…
She’s walking away from you now (Gypsy)
Okay shes
walking away
from you now
anyday
she’ll be gon
you’ll be to torn
to beg her to stay
hey
the bitch get on
your nerves anyhow
anyway
theres other fish
take your pick
salmon trout
a fillet
fucking music in my ears
way to loud
and it plays
like the scene
in the play
when a character is slayed
everytime i see her
brings a scowl to my face
i impale her
in the night
beneath her gown
and her waist
and taste
the sweat off her neck
like a sweet nectar of hate
fuck her to death
police questioning rape
tell me
the steps to escape
this girl
cus i love her like the world
when i met her
never thought it might unfurl
and now
i want to give her
every diamond every pearl
and then
i get my nut like any other squirel
then we back to arguing
she packing shit in the car again
im waking up for work late
cant find my metro card again
spoke
one time online
but we hardly friends
shes walking away
im stuck
with nothing to say
