emaciated

Emaciated
3-22-10


I read the short novel of Mice and Men
And it was just as deep as Stephen King
But nothing is as deep as the Bible
The stuff that makes even those that slouch sing
Emaciate spiritually
I need a fix of milk and meat
O, have I become a separatist
Or am I just me
Have I broken away from the pack
Or does God know that this is the way it would be
Am I still a narcissist
Or is it just the way that I look
When it seems that all that matters
Is to stay rooted in the good book
Still I learn the meaning of good work
And I stink
Because I think....








Green Day Pastiche Talking Blues
3-22-10


These are tough times
Out there will be breaks in between
Yeah, these are rough and rugged rhymes
Not like it was when I was seventeen
Midlife crisis?
Maybe
Youth? Still uncertain
Not time to pull the plug
Nor time to draw the curtain
Fucking up
It's what I'm good at
Need to learn how to say that I don't care
I've got my eye on you
So whispers my rival
But I say what the fuck
Now that I see that I've survived
Soon time to leave telephone messages
For those in need of enlightenment
Burying myself deeper and deeper
In words of grief and joy
When all and all I am no more than a boy...










Entitled To One's Grievances
3-22-10


Need to learn how to accept my imperfection
Yet to not compromise
Nor lean to the left or the right of limitation
Faced with a nasty and busy intersection
Sometimes satisfied to settle with a spurious imitation
Crab meat in crab meat is not always real
But we can bitch about it if that's the way we feel
We should be grateful
We should express our gratitude
But we're not always up for that kind of food
I know it's terrible
Which is why I seek after Saint Mark's next parable
I'm weak but still I will always seek...










Worse Than Pink
3-22-10


You ask diligently
What do I plan to accomplish
With what I've got here
And I'll respond by saying
I'm out to earn a dollar to buy my next beer
Going back in time to the wild west
So I can buy twenty
Not exactly the best plan
To find in the land of plenty
I stink
Only because I think
In a mental state
Sometimes even worse than Pink
As Jesus takes away all of such consequence
City in ruins, abode in madness
I can almost laugh and cry in this suspense
I've got no plan
I have not left an ounce of pride
The shit has hit the fan
They ask me if I did it and I lied
Still using my rival for a punching bag....










Corrosion And Erosion
3-22-10


Cussing at the television
Trying to feel a little better
Putting down a has-been
I only end up feeling worse
Rusty around the edges
With the proverb and the letter
Words can be used to build up
Or they will end up to serve as your curse
The world might end tomorrow night
Drink up, soldier and avail yourself of it with all your might
Blah, blah, blah, fa, la, la
But it turns out that it's still cool
Even when I end up the ass and the fool...








Voice (With A Capital)
3-22-10


I say Jesus, have mercy
The Voice says have mercy on yourself
Looking for stardom only to find a space station
Knowledge is vast in books on a shabby cluttered shelf
Latest talisman is a thick grown beard
Looking for stardom in a planetarium crazy and weird
This is bad poetry I refuse to polish
Pulling stunts in sighs and grunts
As the sandwich I demolish
Disturbed, so be it
Depressed, so be it
Desolation, so be it
Turn over a rock for a newt  to free it
Defeated, so what
Deflated, so what
Walked my way through a massacre
Escaped with only a cut
I didn't get the joke
But it didn't matter
Remembering childhood
Digging in the cookie batter...