Bad Poetry For Your Sake

Who to fall in love with.
How to die.
Where to do it.
What to where.
Who to tell and when.
I’ve started all over again.

Liddler Thoughts

Most frustrating of all is the desire to finally stay in love that takes place outside of love. "This time," I imagine, "I will not fall out." But things change. People. The Weather. It all changes. And why feel like this? Shouldn't this feeling be enough to change things? I can't tell.

Why can't I convince you to come upstairs, and why is it so important? Clearly, you are quite evil because you will not sleep with me today. "I hate you," I think. Then, that empty feeling does not go away. Eight in the evening and midnight and I am and four in the morning and I am. 

Life.

Life is.

Life is a series.

Life is a series of lies.

Life is a series of increasingly-believable lies.

Life is a series of increasingly-less-believable lies.

Liddle Thoughts

If I'm going to die I'd like to die watching The Royal Tenenbaums.


Do you still love us?
She thinks about it.

No, thank you.

Well, I just don’t use that word

lightly.

What are you doing?  You’re on my team!

It didn’t seem believable to me.

Four minutes and forty-eight seconds.

We’re all dead.  Burned to a crisp.

You think you could start forgiving me?

Another dent here and another dent there.

My Friend in Death

I'm sick and tired I feel death
sending me flowers and giving me
certificates good for one massage
and getting high in the
living room and skating
back to school on time.

Death, I need your advice.
Father Death,
Let's talk it over over mai-tais.

And then we haven't made love in a long time
and Death has been trying to bed me and
everyone thinks Death is a man or neuter
but Death is a woman in a silk negligee.

quatrain

To count all my deformities
I need to use my toes:
Hammer digit, stammer heart,
Legs that never grow. 

Can't I be like Gatsby?
Seventeen little black books,
Two thousand friends on Facebook,
Four folks at the funeral
who came to take a look,
Asking:
Did they really shoot him in the face?
The mortician removed every trace!
Will there be a new place?