The teeth gum click
Of the former athlete
They're not kind.
But that's alright,
Neither is gravity.

Saunter slouched and
Paunch bellied.
Carried magnificently
Fat weighs more than muscle
So that's twice as much pudding
For the deltoids to sink in.

Made your breakfasts in beds of syrup.
Now sleep in.
You're a champion.

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Madden is what it is to be a man.
Heroes then, with their swagger and big swingin' dicks and
Oh, you can't comprehend
Just what you lack.
Crawl to the foot of the bed
With whiskey breath and
Extra low serotonin.

She still touches you, man.

Sex is what it is to be a man.
Call an audible then, hardly audible and
Word vomit garbled.
And you can't comprehend
Just ( Read more... )

'Round the bend at 40.
And she said "look at the city"
There it was,
In all of it's glistening American glory.
Crisp, bright
And a million stories.

"I don't trust a man who don't drink," she teased.
"I don't trust myself when I do."
And that's a matter of trust between me and me and you.

Clarity isn't in a lightbulb.
It's like putting on reading lenses.
It ( Read more... )

It's been a chilly summer:
There are already gold leaves
On the cold trees.
A withering hope leads
Down the river,
Where the dragon boats leave.
So now this is over.

There are mope seeds:
With proud distant owners.
The withering hope bleeds,
To who cast the first stoner.
The reel spins, a single movie;
the main part: always a loner.

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My daddy,
Has a warm twine smile
That runs wild
But it could just as
Easily go away

And turn to a frown.

And I,
Sit and I ponder it
I wonder if
It is somethin' I done
And can I make it go away.

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In no part of the world,
Surrounded by chrysanthemum and ginger.

Everyone knows something you don't:
Grandmom what are these flowers?

In a starlit room with a skylight view,
Now converted into a garden.
Grandmom what are their names?
The universe wide open.

Grandmom, their brains are broken.

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South street used to be the most north we would go
But that was when
I didn't weather winters
Caught in the bowels of snow.

Wandering around in grave yards
Forty hands for forties then.
Elmer played a 10 string guitar then

Now I wander around
The Wanamaker building
Belief in the crystal tea room.
Now I wonder what life would be like
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I've lived under red light
But it doesn't capture my boyish charm
But I'm blushing hard
To find a reason
That we belong
But it's been gone far
To entertain
Subjective voice
Who belongs

I've lived under bar light
And caught
One or two bar fights
But I've lived fast
And not died

It's weird to live in tangents
Between you and I
There might be four different ( Read more... )

Gray blue sky
And I don't know what I'm good for.
You're a hole.
You're a hero.
You're everything
Three hundred sixty degrees
At once
And my wants:
What of them?
That's all you're viewed for.
That's all you're good for.

And these wants?
You're not a person.
You're a character.
A role to be played
A foil and and and
Oh what am I good for?

Gray blue sky
When I don't ( Read more... )

Mmm
Summer night
And the sound of cracking cans
I can't I can't I can't
Do this again
And I do.

And why do you build me up buttercup
And why do you make
My moves dance
And worst of all

I can't I can't I can't
Stop

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