last week’s poems 05
i was running
out of
paper
and my pens
were running
out of
ink
i was running
out of
liquor to
drink
and you
were running
out of
love
for me
i think
slowly the creative madness came back
thank god
thought i’d lost it for a second
but i’d just lost myself
to the allure of some money
and a place to call home
still on the fringes
a little on the fritz
a little short on liquor
a little pressed for time
i lost a lot of money
trying to make things rhyme
home,
where was it again?
home,
i knew id always find the way
home,
because right now the sky here looks gray
home,
i’ve been drifting lately
home,
was always you and me baby
home,
one day i’d find it again,
maybe
daydrinking
on the daily
daydrinking
so lonely
daydrinking
lately
because
you don’t really know me
baby
daydrinking
to keep it together
daydrinking
to clear my head
daydrinking
so i can mark everything as read
daydrinking
because i couldn’t find home
and i didn’t know how to tell you
i had stopped off for a second on the way
and found you and stayed
but i still wasn’t close to home
and it was killing me slowly
so i’ve been daydrinking
daydrinking lately
life lately
got a little too complicated
driving me crazy
on the edge
i pushed
till
i was nearly dead
30 hours
straight
trying to lose my way
but the art
looked too normal
not fucked up enough
had to ignore everything
coming my way
and push for another 30 hours straight
still nothing great
a few days later
i pushed for an hour
and made what i was trying to create
now, did it take an hour
or 61?
hard to say
my poems were a treat just for me and you
none of the others knew
summer dress
come around here for a while
decompress
do that thing you do best
summer dress
we made a mess
can attest
you do it best
dear writer,
tonight is the night you write something worthwhile
a 30 year old poet
wasn’t so cool
in this day and age
but baby
i was a storyteller too
and i had so many
stories
i’d written for you
a joshua tree party
under the full moon
after we
made it through a purple sunset
and the open desert road
going clear through
middle of june
me and you
no one liked your post
so what?
youngblood
its the algorithm
it hates you the most
so what?
do you like what you posted?
i had been spending my whole life
rambling around
trying to find that place
that i fit in
but
one day i stayed
in one place
a little longer than i thought was good
and i met a few people
who felt the same way
they never knew what it felt like to call a place home
so i stayed even longer
and we all started to fit in
in our way
