Monday, July 15, 2002

Cases of Basket

Seething with embittered passion
I wait and scrape and
Expect the impossibility of
So many possibilities
Back up and run over another ambition
Age defying minefield where I
Trip painfully
Wish I could move mainly
Without debt
Laborious, whittling new passions
Work toward a goal but lessens
The objective because I forever
Wonder where I went wrong
No wonder I choose not to hold
On for long

July 15, 02

Create

Embryonic mishap
That was our fate
Bastard of social conformity
Stop all to prevent deformity
Look now at what you create

Cancerous melancholy
Of those alone
Mosquito bite reaction
To losing life altering traction
More offspring others condone

A need to create
New born successors
Bare naked link between
Her lineage benefit seen
Lost weakness of feeling lesser
July 15, 02

Sunday, July 14, 2002

Michigan's Canada

A country of metric
Minded filth
And
Legal
19 year old
drunks

July 14, 02

Friday, June 28, 2002

Cards in Car

I live in monetary desolation
Hopeful ruin without exhaust
Where I beg for my drinks but
Reside in luxury
Avoiding mean finance through
Others that love me
Happily chat with my potential assets
Curse them after positive yet unwanted response
Solve this with new credit card,
Pasta in a box and stubborn demand
Adult demeanor or satisfaction
The meaning and benefit of both, but
Possible like a cold July in Orlando
June 28, 02

Tuesday, June 25, 2002

Justin

White the way its supposed to be
White the way the grass sleeps
Memorable masterpiece
Green the way its always been
Green beneath the happy grin
Aggressive behavior and
Jarhead scowls
June 25, 02

Tuesday, June 11, 2002

Drugged

Wake up sweaty, entangled
Senses matted, like my hair
See him
Only 3 drinks—one from
His arm which flops over me
My thoughts garbled with
Urges of flight and panicked flashbacks that
End without conclusion

June 11, 2002

Tuesday, May 7, 2002

Comfortable Relapse

No, but two wrongs makes a hypocrite
You’re awfully nobel
Somewhat lame
Your are wrong like beastiality
But much less sick
A taboo term for you, you
Fear the association

The next morning of our relationship—
No makeup and foul breath
Turn away in disgust or to spare the other?
The point of no return

Hide from the things you fear
I take cover from you
May 7, 2002