Posts Tagged ‘rip’

skull

When you do drugs and get to middle age you lose friends

Dead friends haunt my dreams as creeping spectres

Dead friends are a tragedy of blood

Dead friends are like nails through my limbs

Dead friends are like migraines in my brain

Dead friends are holy to my spirit

Dead friends remind me I am mortal

Dead friends are ripping me apart

Can’t stop thinking about them

Their ghosts howl through my consciousness like harpies

Oscillating upwards from my reptile brain

Ned hung himself after doing speed for two weeks

Doug OD’d on heroin

Michelle died in a diabetic coma

Lee died of a heart attack

Don’t know how Venetta died

So many ghosts encircle me

Grief and sorrow punch a hole through my soul

But I will remember these faithful companions on the road to annihilation

 

man

Will what makes a man of me

Unmake you as a woman?

An embrace or a head-fuck

The undergirding certainties are crackling like leaves in flame

All so precarious

All so deficient

I’m afraid reality will fall apart

All dreams and schemes collapse to dust

If Trump bombs North Korea

And the whole shit-storm accelerates into apocalypse

And a nuclear missile hits Garden Island

 

Will what makes a man of me

Make me cruel and unforgiving

Is forgiveness weakness?

Is gentle Jesus too meek and mild?

To inspire a man to be a man

When the world is full of baby munching super predatory shark monsters

Victimizing and ripping off all the people who can’t stand up for themselves

It’s scary for gentle people

It’s scary for all people

Not what they do

Posted: January 31, 2017 in poetry
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Watch what people say

Not what they do

Don’t listen when they say you’re wonderful

Blowing smoke up your ass

Don’t get ripped off

Don’t get conned

When a guy with tattoos on his face says he can get a stick around the corner

Don’t give him money

Don’t be a chicken dinner

Don’t be a victim

Hold your head high to encourage respect

Don’t be a mark

Don’t be a chump

Pick yourself out of the gutter and stare at the stars

So that you may know in your heart you are here for a reason