Fuck You Chuck

[bammasmooth]

Saw you Wednesday afternoon
skipping on the storage panels
Old men in bowler caps trudging
through charcoal snow
of my long months
Holding your mothers hand
quick smile at a dress
in shop window
I caught it in her eye
shuffled, past
She skipped side mama while u lay
nestled in new eyes
Waved goodbye with spent cigarrette
tossed up like a flare
the bowler caps tilted up
as a tear hit the panel.

The white coats said
"kid it don't look good"
What kid
I'm leaving broken
some sort of man-
I strolled down the boulevard,
found a warm place to bleed black,
ink a scar to match my casted bruise
Fortune cookie never said it would
hurt this hard
shoulda left the other half
for thursday

I am gonna make it through this year, if it kills me. play on repeat, I go to the gym to run away while staying stationary.