left of the district

it’s saddening to think
that mere hours before
you might have been mine.

you don’t deserve the words
or thoughts that i’m aborting
this fine evening

like the illegitimate phrases
you so often speak
but choose not to follow;

maybe everyone’s right.
you have to want to change
for things to be different

i can’t idly participate
nor can i suffer other’s fate
i must be the catalyst for change.

or goodbye.

It is amazing how a man
with a pen and
a paper is
an anarchist.

When a man in contemplation
has lost his mind.
Never can de-
cide what to say.

It used to be about emo-
tion and love.
and desire.
used to be pure.

did you cook him breakfast
after his feeble attempt
to fertilize your eggs?

oh…
only on the second date.

i misunderstood.
seems as though I never get that far.

or maybe that’s not where I want to be:
on the regret side of the bed.

ignorance is temporary
but in the scope of eternity
it sure can last awhile.

still my heart bleeds
pumps and aches
with a fresh hint of nicotine
and a decent libation or six.

i’m worth so much more than this.