life poems

1.4

bad person
 


misty gloss slick upper lip,


phone grasper sweaty grip,


angry eyes sad eyebrows child,


placid passive thinking wild.

endless depths of solitude,

better fix that attitude,

better fix that head on straight,

rather fuck it up than wait.



smearing, smudged and always shabby,


a peasant prostrate in the abbey,


selfish love / cruel disregard,


doing nothing, trying hard.
 


self flagellation as gratification,


self deprecation as ego inflation,


 in these stakes i just can’t win,


 try not to let the devil in.

days of drifting

these thorny-eyed days of drifting,

dreaming of great green fields,

this endless tectonic shifting,

who knows what dreams may yield.

too many hours spent in sin,

wringing hands with wild regret.

why did i let the devil in,

how do i get the devil out?

is resignation an emotion or a state?

a state in which to live in leisure.

i have learned how to placate.

is yearning a pain or pleasure?