Friday, June 22, 2012

48:17


It's not yours anymore.
Give up. You're clinging to nothing.
You're clinging to something you have no control over and it is going to slip away.
He is better. They are lying. You will fade and then be cut.
You are not confident, not caring enough,
not good enough, not fun
Compression shorts
not enviable, nothing special, not enjoyable,
they will never tell you, you will never find out
until it is too late and you will be crushed and they will
laugh and they will not cut-off shirt care because there
is nothing to care about you can't handle it you
can't even handle this or yourself because you
are weak keys YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO HANDLE
THIS BY YOURSELF YOU ARE NOT STRONG ENOUGH
MAN UP BE BIG BE WORTH SOMETHING unlock
MAYBE THEN THIS WOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM MAYBE THEN
YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO SHUT ME OUT BUT YOU pedal
CAN'T BECAUSE YOU pedal ARE WEAK AND pedal BECAUSE
YOU pedal ARE pedal WORTHLpedal pedal pedal pedal. Pedal.
Pedal.
Pedal.

Monday, June 11, 2012

I'd put it in my book.


Did you ever smile?
I mean, I'm sure you did,
but no one ever said it.
You were human after all.
Luke wrote that you wept
and Mark said that you were angry enough
to flip tables.
And it's good to know that.
But what did your smile look like?
Did you have a toothy grin?
One where your upper gums showed?
Did you laugh easily and loud like me?
How deep were the wrinkles
on the side of your eyes?
Maybe you had a tiny gap between your teeth
that made your smile all the more contagious
and easy to be around.
And maybe it's not important.
I would just want people to know.

Earth and dirt and You.

Wood and nails.
It's all we needed
to steal your breath.
The same breath you gave us
when we were just dirt.