Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • The prickle of his lips electric

    His imminence as he comes in the room

    I never knew

    The safety of his arms around me

    This thumb against my cheek

    Why is there no justice?

    Why is there no justice?

    I don’t see it

    Do you?

    If he did it the system he was forced to live in for almost two decades created a murderer

    That’s the title isn’t it?

    Well who did it?

    Was it the people who put him in a cage for eighteen years just to say

    Oops sorry we made

    A mistake

    Forgive us?

    Where is the justice?

    If it happened

    They made it

    You sit with me quiet

    Listen to the rain

    Leaning against the edge

    Standing before the frame

    I heard you coming

    One

    Justice

    Two

    My ears are ringing

    Three

    Jupiter

    So shot through the heart

    And then a whisper

    I wish the truth was so easy

    That humans aren’t capable

    Aren’t probable

    Wouldn’t do it

    Recent history begs to differ

    Ancient history begs us to stop

    There’s something wrong with it

    There has to be

    Watch the conveyor belt of society

    You’re good?

    You’re well?

    You’re able?

    You’re “normal?”

    Continue on the belt forward and if you stay in your lane one way one way

    Fingers on my neck

    Are you sick are you sad are you broken are you depressed are you not able do you follow follow along and stay still?

    Are you too smart? Too dumb? Too real?

    Well then, please, step off if you will

    Funneled into jail cells and poverty and not living so well funneled into failure into desperation and struggle and fear

    There is no solace

    For those people here

    Not eugenics

    Not exposure

    My god they’re getting older

    The children

    When we finally kick them

    Into the inferno

    He forgives me

    He’s always less forgiving of the other

    My brother

    And he doesn’t speak to him.

    They can’t be in the same place.

    But it’s a secret

    I love you

    I’m tired

    I’m frustrated

    I’m sore

    I don’t want him to ignore me for one day more and my gods my head is so full of so much

    It’s so broken

    I hate it

    It really is enough.

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  • Well I’ve got no reason and I don’t know why

    I can’t get away from this hell

    You say the words that come out from him

    That’s how you tell

    But you just don’t know me that well

    Screaming

    Well do you love?

    Do you love?

    From kindness to darkness

    From hearted to heartless

    Ever fore

    Stuck in the pit here

    Trying to breathe air

    Ever torn

    I just wanted to hold you

    I just wanted to find home

    I don’t know how I can live now

    Ever wondering why

    And

    Do you love?

    Do you love?

    It’s all mixed up.

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  • Listening to birds

    Swearing up a storm

    Swearing birds

    You’ll know it when you hear it

    Chasing after one bird flying in circles

    Once

    Twice

    I imagine

    Steve, Steve! We didn’t let you have control of the flock so we could fly around in circles!

    Up and down the tree

    Swearing as a truck honks

    They fall quiet and then start up again

    And then tens of little black dots

    Take to the sky

    And find somewhere else

    I hear them debating in the distance

    Twittering

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  • Every day I fight against my body

    To get out of bed

    Weighed down by invisible ties

    To the ground again

    It aches I hurt I try to fight it

    It fights back and I am so tired

    I’m weary

    You’re right

    Of course you are

    But I don’t know why it was his name and not yours

    I sift through dreams

    I pray for peace

    Who would want to fight against their physical form every single day every single week?

    I’m tired I cry

    Trying to convince my stiff muscles

    That it’s enough now I get it I won’t push to hard but

    My head hurts my hands hurt

    A chill creeps in

    Fever goes up and down again

    And I know I’m causing trouble for others but I can barely stand

    And I’m sorry coming from the broken person about being broken

    Almost never finds solace

    In a world so unforgiving

    Of defects

    Defective

    Return it to the shop

    But this body is broken

    And I’m trapped inside

    My physical being from which I can never hide

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  • I’ll get on it I have been

    The things I see

    It’s all funny now

    Everything in a way that no one understands

    He’s mine too

    But he’s his own storm waiting to boil over reach out

    The whisper of war has quieted down

    But who knows

    Who knows

    Nothing almost nothing is predetermined

    It’s all the choices of some human

    Some human somewhere

    It can be hard to see

    If I’m occupying Mars

    Or if he’s occupying me

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  • I don’t know what to tell you

    Do I seem stupid?

    Then I’m doing it right.

    You should hear the conversations the inside jokes things no one else will ever know.

    I have to keep it inside myself or else someone will figure out

    That I’m smart

    And we can’t have that

    All that crap he wrote about me being a savant

    Like not quite or even close but I know I know I’m smarter than most

    I end up pitying the fools

    I can’t help it they can’t help it they were born that way

    They didn’t choose their DNA

    Just like I didn’t choose mine

    Can’t blame them for being

    Blame myself for being

    Who needs me anyways?

    Another half cocked smart ass who doesn’t have a place.

    Stupid enough to not quite get that average would be below the rest but I thought they were smarter

    I thought they were smarter

    It’s sad to watch fools being treated like animals when they just don’t have anything to defend themselves with

    Half-wits to represent against

    Such a mess

    Such a mess

    What’s wrong with humanity?

    I just don’t get it.

    I could be me if they would stop shooting me with looks and sharp words or things that I didn’t do but

    What can I do?

    I sometimes just want to say

    I’m smarter than you

    But I know that’s not fair it’s like saying

    I have hazel eyes and that makes me better

    Some people can’t help it

    Just like I can’t help stormy weather

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