I just want
To let your fucking ass know
That…that…
That some silly strings…
When seventeen ages into five
And there are no more….
Elephants…
Future humans will attest
That you weren’t so special
When automobiles…
Roamed…ruled…
The freeways…

Fuck you fatigue!

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz………..

More to the point
Too bad about you

Now
What happens depends on the timing
Of how the sun and moon
Maybe a single song
Or a random movie
Will make you react

It could be the way the stars sparkle
Through your window
Or
How a friend laughs a little extra long
At a joke you might not have thought was that funny
Or
The lack of any tiny little anchor
That’ll help keep you harbored
In friendly docks
Away
From ugly dark waters
That unfrotunately
Dictate sick and desperate doggy paddles
And make-shift flotation devices
Shaped like
What your father and mother
Used to have

More to the point
Right now
Little Annie
I hope the particles
Are in your favor

Because if they aren’t
You got a lot of growing up to do

The army against
My imaginary platoon
You win
Today

There’s less of a step
In my stride
Not enough oomph
In my jump
Not enough power
In my punches
I don’t have enough
Strength
To carry anything

Fatigue is an easy excuse
Sadness is a crutch for the weak
Fear is the worst
Sedative

I probably have all of them
Symptoms
For a bad day

Stop writing this shit
You moron
You’re gonna destroy
Your mystique
With this really poorly written poem

Today
You win
Everything
I’m fighting with

Today
You’ve turned me into lasy years human

Tomorrow
I hope
I get a
Well-timed comeback

And it was the doctors
Who told my mom 

You just lied there
Dead
Not saying shit 

What’s that about gramps?

Something was telling you
It’d be better if no one knew
So no one would prepare
And spend a whole year
Wearing black
Walking around weak
Eyes looking at nothing
But memories

And you’d still be alive

Makes sense to me now
Why you didn’t say shit
Though It didn’t when i was 13

20 years later i get it
Now
I get it
20 years and two days

Two days ago
I just found out we have the same birthday

Yeah
I totally get it gramps

I don’t tell people when i hurt either
What’s the point? Right?

I’ll be seeing you January 20th
Every year
For our own kind of medicine

Tell me what heavens like

Yours is the finger
I compare wedding rings for
Dance shoes of some others
Are always your size
The timing of humor
Its pressure
And soft water delivery 
Must be exact
Half their heart 
Has to have room for you too
Otherwise
There won’t be a me 

Pretty fucked up
I’d say

This kind of love
Is unfair
All over the place

I hear they got bananas and shit
Fruit delicious fruit
That you could put in alcoholic drinks
So we could get fucked up
While pretending to be healthy
Get tanner on a nice beach
Swim in water that feels invisible
And generally enjoy
A good life
Because that’s what we deserve

If we were in Jamaica yesterday
I wouldn’t be driving to their house today
If we were in Jamaica yesterday
We wouldn’t be arguing today
If we were in Jamaica yesterday
Those motherfuckers
wouldn’t be celebrating today

About how they got you to
Lose half your life
Again
Crying
Weakening
Barely breathing
Questioning and coughing
How they got you to be like them
All
Over
Again

Trapped safely
In a glass country
A fragile land
Where any sound
Can break it’s sky
And shatter the air
Where the tiny little grounds
Will dissolve
If anything other than hollow feet
Tip toes across them
Where they have no sun and no moon
Because hiding in shadows 
Make up their majesties

You
Threaten
To destroy their glass universe
Just by carrying simple feet
Filled with intention
To leave
So they need to destroy you first

Fucked up you’re related to them
Makes the secession more complicated

We should’ve went to Jamiaca yesterday
Even just for a visit to another country
Because today
Someones world is gonna break

This is what we visit when we dream
That is what it feels like when we kiss
For real

Children play there
Old ones rock chairs there

Once we realize
Time looks nothing like
Numbers
We can live forever

A tangle of cascading hair
Dripping from the heavens of hair
brushed against my lip

Your face changed in a single second of intimacy
I ended up liking summer because of you

Then the cop came
And fucked everything up

Bye bye

Usually his kin
Can be found
Frolicking near ponds and streams and shit
Dancing and playing the lute
Or some pleasant musical instrument
Drinking white elven wine
Or eating soft elven bread
Holding hands and hugging other elves
Conversing about magic and shit like that

But this particular elf
This motherfucker had a bad attitude

His name was Bobby
He would start fights in taverns
Just because he wanted to
He would fight his friends
Because they would try to stop him
He would drink 3 40 ounces
Smoke 6 bowls
Eat a whole bag of funyuns
And not share
He would fall asleep
In the middle of a fight
Even

C’mon, man
What the fuck

So I had to phantasmal force his ass
With a fireball shot form my eyes
Take his unconscious body
Deep into a snowy mountain top
And the nblind his ass
So he wouldn’t cause anymore trouble

I didn’t want to
But he was holding up the game

When we can’t get past
“So you guys are in tavern…”
That’s no fun

We don’t play anymore
I sure miss Bobby’s crazy ass