Poem A Day, Poetry

Day Thirty, Poem Number Thirty: “Stupid Children”

I finally got caught with my pants down
Leaving more on her face than a frown
She spat and struggled and shrieked
And told the world that I’m a dirty cheat.
I behaved like a weakly selfish degenerate
That sent her running for a warm straightjacket.
There was never a better one for me to meet,
We’re a pair of blind toddlers crossing the street.
I’ve been warned and threatened to stop the calls
Or else she’ll finish me off and take my balls.
Although this isn’t a comedy meant for cheers
The madness has me laughing through the tears.
Hopefully one day I’ll grow into a man
And tear off the filthy tights of Peter Pan.

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Poem A Day, Poetry

Day Twenty Nine, Poem Number Twenty Nine: “Everything, All the Time”

music was our language
a common tongue shared
that divined and divulged
hopes, fears, desires, and prophecies
mixtapes could be
mysteries to be unraveled
or masqueraded confessions
or a better way to express befuddlement
or Everything, All the Time
but that is a broken record
i could never play on repeat ever again
the band broke up
and I find myself
breaking down
the cafes, arenas, night clubs, all empty
on this solo tour
i’m making a new playlist now
one just for me that will
silence the noise from those beloved
songs I can no longer stand
because they are resilient monuments to you
and unlike a tune stuck in your head
i cant just tune you out , this number called
Everything, All the Time.

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Day Twenty Five, Poem Number Twenty Five: “A Brusquely Told Tale of Love, Marriage, and the Death that Comes After”

He didn’t want to get married,
She didn’t want children, let alone two.
Together, away they were carried
by the things they swore they would never do.

The love came easily enough,
but not the hard work that made it count
because that’s something that never does
if it did we wouldn’t want it anyhow.

The marriage was never faultless
but it was always safe and assured.
Alone they would hardly impress,
but together they flourished and endured.

Suddenly, he was revealed a fraud
and their life was mashed and bled
like the enraged fist of God
pummeling pure innocence in the head.

He took to sleeping on the couch
only after she had left her keys
because the bed they’d shared, he found
was too big and cold and empty.

His crime was indiscretion and poor taste.
This was a fatal flaw deep in his character.
Tragedy is often what heroes await,
but brave and bold he was not – he abandoned her.

The fight swirled beneath his skin from the start.
However he refused to let it seep through.
The fear and remorse tore him apart,
his guilt shackling him to his lonely truth.

Ultimately his daughters never blamed him,
not outright to his face at least.
Yet they still learned a valuable lesson:
love is only as perfect as people can be.

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Day Ten, Poem Number Ten: “Sobriety”

The love falls from her eyes,
The bottle rises to my lips,
She says I’m drunk on your lies.
From my mouth the problem drips,
drips,
drips.

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