to Beowulf
the ghost of a dead cat
weird how time works...
this cat at my feet
will be dead
when you read this (unborn child).
My mom and her limping haze of tears and morphine
will be up there in the night sky, twinkling like her eyes do now.
There are rain drops on the window, trickling down...
But this here window will be broken out,
or maybe doing just fine
in someone else's world
years from now.
what a weird giant I will be
when you can read this out loud to me.
I will be
shaking, limping, twinkling, bent in this chair...
I can almost see you standing there
years from now
reading me this
crap I wrote
years ago
with the
ghost of
a dead cat
on my lap.
should we argue
years from now...
i encourage you
to hate me with
fury. face down
in a pillow that by
then i will have had
the gual to point
out i bought. i no
doubt will be sad
and quiet, maybe
festering with the
rage of many years
of a lack of cathartic
adventures. be patient
with me, you little son-of-a-bitch.
listen. i'm on your side. that old bastard
out there is so condescending. he thinks
he knows so fucking much about suffering
and what it's like. it's ok. walk out there and...
i dare you...
say, "I love you."
I know this asshole well. It'll ruin him. He'll let you borrow the
car.
a kid's book
there isn't any such thing as a 'kid's book.'
it isnt theirs. they aren't allowed to color in it,
take it outside in the rain, see if it floats in the bath.
if it were a 'kid's book,' the damn child could
read it at the dinner table, or strike his sister with
it as he pleased. No, these books
own the child.
they are powerful
and more mighty
than dad's weird
imagination
and that is why
they are
gigantic.
the rules
of the toddler years
apply in your twenties.
don't scream for the bottle
then be surprised when you shit in the bed.
it hurts no less
when a giant warm woman leaves you.
Being honest
is
as you stall
and refuse to do your homework
watch me wander .
though being honest
is saying all the dumb shit on your mind,
being interesting is not being honest.
I hate to stroke your ego,
but you are smarter than I.
Look at me
glaring into the refrigerator,
what the hell could I know?
Or maybe my silence is my brilliance.
What the hell is going through your old man's mind?
Ask him, "who invented Alegebra?"
Funny you should ask...
...wait...
why does rambling philosophy flourish
when we got other boring shit we're putting off.
It's 2012
right... now!
the year you were born. poem time machine!
In 2012 we get excited about saying
dumb shit
Like 'poem time machine!'
Everybody
has got what they call
a
'smart phone'
shoved up on the side of their face.
music is awful, just fucking garbage, especially
the 'alt indie,' shit.
not to get you down, no sir.
This is a once beautiful world!(?)
And as ugly as we are,
the better the world looks.
So on behalf of me and my ancestors
sorry
and the worst thing we did
was being proud of what we've done
and not of what we've noticed.
Advice on love
you are
Doomed.
Doomed.
.. But don't
continue to hate all the art you resented
that I shoved down your throat as
starry eyed in your fortress room only
music
will understand.
Of Drugs
You no doubt have seen me drunk by now.
I hope it's not something you're accustomed
to as I have not become accustomed to the
terror of the pounding of the regularity of all
this living, like a piston pounding in machinery
or the pounding overuse of the word 'of' in this
poem.
Born
with a broken heart you are doomed to walk
beneath the weather wondering why only you
act haunted, but the booze is the devil, yes
the booze is the devil. The crafty devil has us
running from him when all the while he's two
Steps
ahead.
I have no proof
Detroit was ever important,
so don't show me any pictures of it.
Never let
never let a woman cut your hair
as she will enjoy it
and ignore the humiliation
of your tender dependance on
her
accuracy.
somehow this doubles for advice on love.
forgive me if I applaud your accomplishments
if you are meanwhile dying.
Don't draw in
public bathrooms.
If you happen upon a brilliant composition
you can never claim it.
Gay Thoughts
I pity you
if you don't have them.
Shitty Christmas
If I don't buy you the latest toys
you'll have to make friends and
and see their living rooms of
misery. Exhausted you'll come
home to me and Beethoven.
weird how time works...
this cat at my feet
will be dead
when you read this (unborn child).
My mom and her limping haze of tears and morphine
will be up there in the night sky, twinkling like her eyes do now.
There are rain drops on the window, trickling down...
But this here window will be broken out,
or maybe doing just fine
in someone else's world
years from now.
what a weird giant I will be
when you can read this out loud to me.
I will be
shaking, limping, twinkling, bent in this chair...
I can almost see you standing there
years from now
reading me this
crap I wrote
years ago
with the
ghost of
a dead cat
on my lap.
should we argue
years from now...
i encourage you
to hate me with
fury. face down
in a pillow that by
then i will have had
the gual to point
out i bought. i no
doubt will be sad
and quiet, maybe
festering with the
rage of many years
of a lack of cathartic
adventures. be patient
with me, you little son-of-a-bitch.
listen. i'm on your side. that old bastard
out there is so condescending. he thinks
he knows so fucking much about suffering
and what it's like. it's ok. walk out there and...
i dare you...
say, "I love you."
I know this asshole well. It'll ruin him. He'll let you borrow the
car.
a kid's book
there isn't any such thing as a 'kid's book.'
it isnt theirs. they aren't allowed to color in it,
take it outside in the rain, see if it floats in the bath.
if it were a 'kid's book,' the damn child could
read it at the dinner table, or strike his sister with
it as he pleased. No, these books
own the child.
they are powerful
and more mighty
than dad's weird
imagination
and that is why
they are
gigantic.
the rules
of the toddler years
apply in your twenties.
don't scream for the bottle
then be surprised when you shit in the bed.
it hurts no less
when a giant warm woman leaves you.
Being honest
is
as you stall
and refuse to do your homework
watch me wander .
though being honest
is saying all the dumb shit on your mind,
being interesting is not being honest.
I hate to stroke your ego,
but you are smarter than I.
Look at me
glaring into the refrigerator,
what the hell could I know?
Or maybe my silence is my brilliance.
What the hell is going through your old man's mind?
Ask him, "who invented Alegebra?"
Funny you should ask...
...wait...
why does rambling philosophy flourish
when we got other boring shit we're putting off.
It's 2012
right... now!
the year you were born. poem time machine!
In 2012 we get excited about saying
dumb shit
Like 'poem time machine!'
Everybody
has got what they call
a
'smart phone'
shoved up on the side of their face.
music is awful, just fucking garbage, especially
the 'alt indie,' shit.
not to get you down, no sir.
This is a once beautiful world!(?)
And as ugly as we are,
the better the world looks.
So on behalf of me and my ancestors
sorry
and the worst thing we did
was being proud of what we've done
and not of what we've noticed.
Advice on love
you are
Doomed.
Doomed.
.. But don't
continue to hate all the art you resented
that I shoved down your throat as
starry eyed in your fortress room only
music
will understand.
Of Drugs
You no doubt have seen me drunk by now.
I hope it's not something you're accustomed
to as I have not become accustomed to the
terror of the pounding of the regularity of all
this living, like a piston pounding in machinery
or the pounding overuse of the word 'of' in this
poem.
Born
with a broken heart you are doomed to walk
beneath the weather wondering why only you
act haunted, but the booze is the devil, yes
the booze is the devil. The crafty devil has us
running from him when all the while he's two
Steps
ahead.
I have no proof
Detroit was ever important,
so don't show me any pictures of it.
Never let
never let a woman cut your hair
as she will enjoy it
and ignore the humiliation
of your tender dependance on
her
accuracy.
somehow this doubles for advice on love.
forgive me if I applaud your accomplishments
if you are meanwhile dying.
Don't draw in
public bathrooms.
If you happen upon a brilliant composition
you can never claim it.
Gay Thoughts
I pity you
if you don't have them.
Shitty Christmas
If I don't buy you the latest toys
you'll have to make friends and
and see their living rooms of
misery. Exhausted you'll come
home to me and Beethoven.
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