Stubbornly Pointless

I refuse to move

Emotionally or Physically

I refuse to move

Staying place in one spot

But the world still turns
And I
in all my stubbornness
Move with it
Making me into a Being that is
Stubbornly Pointless

Money is Magical

When you don’t need it

You have it

When you want it

You can’t have it

And when you Need it

it’s gone for good

 

Maybe the money

and old loves

have found the 

promise land

Maybe they are all waiting

for me

But

if my exes have all the money and 

the land

I rather be broke and homeless

just a bit while

longer

Marvelous

I haven’t talked to

her

in months

I haven’t thought about

her

for weeks

Then she contacted me

out of the blue

Like hearing the first

bird

in spring

She said her life was Marvelous

just

Marvelous

Then I thought what

the first bird of spring

ushers in

 

The Summer

with its

house flies,

sunburns,

the assholes,

the alcohol,

the anger,

and

the heat

 

Isn’t it all

just

so

Marvelous

Of Old Friends and Lovers

Depression and Loneliness

came to visit me

 

I had to set the table

for my two companions

 

Depression

an Old Friend

Has been with me for awhile

He is one

That can always make me laugh

And has always been great at telling

Stories

 

Loneliness

is my favorite Lover

making me feel safe and warm

Every time she comes

and wraps her arms around me

I feel like everything is

As it should be

 

We sat and talked

for hours or days

I can never tell with them

 

Eventually I had to tell them

they had to leave

I have work in the morning

 

They gave me hugs

I even got a kiss from Loneliness

They told me they will be back

 

I told them my house is always opened to them

They smiled and said that they knew

And thanked me for my hospitality

 

I promised them next time

There would be drinks

 

The City

I walked home

From work

Passed a group of four

Who hate me

That laughed as I passed

 

At least I got my two feet

and myself

That’s all I need

 

Bought a cigarerette

From a pretty face

that was obsessing over a boy

 

Consolation comes in the form

of statistics

Knowing the majority of relationships

End

In Heartache and Suffering

 

As I lit the cigarette

I looked at the

Full moon shining down

through the dead trees

 

The crazies are out

 

I threw the cigarette on a porch

and watched the house burn

and the fire that spread

and began to burn the

entire City

 

And now

and now

onto the next

City

I will be free

One day

I will be old

I will sit

In my own shit and piss

Not knowing my name

Not knowing my past

Or caring about a future

These will be the days

When I am finally

Free

Week Three

I am getting withdrawals

I am thinking about her again

What’s she’s doing

Hearing her laugh

I want to travel on our old

stomping grounds

But that’s giving in to the

addiction