Youthamism:
“A way out”
A euphemism for suicide.
“Boston”
A euphemism for no parking
“Liberty”
A euphemism for snakey fingers tugging oil from fledgling breasts
“God”
A euphemism for desperation.
“Holy”
A euphemism for labeling what people are desperate for
“Poet”
A man a woman a child, a flag, a junky, a pen and ink
Poet has a purree definition
Relative, coming down to the individualistic natural bomb
that we all detonate
upon writing.
Photo by Kate Bellm
Fearfull:
I am on the shitter,
nose dripping
and lungs.
Man,
o man. If I could
go back I don’t know
what I’d change
but I’d change
something.
That’s a good thing,
right? Now I’m
just questioning myself.
Over analyzing every conversation
because no one else will listen.
I’m not sad,
just act it.
How else am I gonna write good poetry?
The world has to make you sad.
With knowledge comes sadness
but I’m not that smart
and feeling pretty goddamn happy.
I guess the holes in my brain
were worth it.
Take me to a church
and make me fear God
because I’d rather have something to blame
than myself
and cops.
