Another year, another set of worries. Long hair has permanently become short because genetics decided to punch you in the face. Those ten pesky pounds are persistent, they wear out their welcome like an aggressive fat guy at a house party. Old has become new, except for you. You didn't heed the warnings. You scoffed … Continue reading Unlucky 37
Category: Poetry
Poems, obviously.
Neverwas
In another life, perhaps it's all different. Morning coffee, rush hour, shitty boss, steady pay. I chit-chat casually with coworkers about politics and the pointless: he said, she said, she fucks, they fuck, sportsball teams, blockbuster flicks. Filtered-water cooler bullshit. The front desk lady flirts often and invites me out for drinks, But in another … Continue reading Neverwas
Malformation
Robbed of laughter from a pounding thief, whose only prize is to see me doubled over with my palms pressed against my eyes. Anything to help alleviate the pain. Still having a voice yet feeling voiceless. Each increasing octave is like an assault against the brain: crack, thud, bang! No more bar room stages, 15 … Continue reading Malformation
Expiration Date
The scent of your lotion clung to my arm as I took the long way home, making me think of when you playfully pressed yourself against me while I sat there in shy silence and smiled, thinking about what to say or if I should put my arm around you in hopes that you'd lay … Continue reading Expiration Date
Bullshit
The sometimes traumatic and oftentimes familiar scent of bullshit can come out of nowhere and blindside you with a haymaker, like a fragrant bully whose only goal is to rob you of the loose change you've made during the overtime shift of life. Dinner dates at a mutually favorite restaurant, where you're served an appetizer … Continue reading Bullshit
The Follies of a Postmodern Xennial 