21 to 27

if one must,
then be what you are
but for the choices you make
someone has to say,
yes,
you did wrong
call me judgmental
and take me out of context
oh
oh yes...
anywhere to be within the 21 to 27
you feel proud
am i am woman
hear me roar
but let me inform you of going a bit too far
you get in something serious at an early age
and you fall deeply, madly in love
whatever that means for you
but you don't have yourself put together
so the person you pick
is absolutely wrong in every sense
he mistreats you
beats you
(be it emotionally or physically, either way the guy is shit and you know it, but you think you can change his being, so you believe for the best thats in him)
separation occurs
and because you have no sense of self
you think that developing is experience
so you fuck and drink
you act like the insatiable being
nothing makes you happy, excited, depressed or somber
you become apathetic to everything
and in doing so,
you become another face in the crowd
another hot night
another dead eyed, dreary person "evolving"
through your supposable humanity
and becoming so caught in your jail
with the gold bars
you don't see it when something good stands right in front of you
and dismiss it
easily
without second thought
you cancel everything automatically
and become self centered and full of false, fake, dead joy
you ignore and compact
group and gather
deviate from the true plan
lots of one night stands that you think will amount to something
you do this for awhile
because it makes you feel good
ignoring all the timeless passion that stood in your face
sooner or later
your wall crumbles
and you feel vulnerable
thats when you come back to the solid left before you
and it's gone
because it moved on
when you turned your back
so you take a minute
and try to understand what happened
but the love is gone
and you develop fake understanding for another person who
falls into "your" place
even though its not what you really want
and that good piece
that missing piece
rolled away
you are fucked
and it's sad
but it's the beacon truth
you never believed it when it was in your ear
but someone
somebody
has to tell you
you were a horrible person then
and you continue to be empty
uninteresting
emotionally detached
dead in every sense of the word
and they don't actually care who you are trying to save
because they only want to fuck you!
and you know this!
what the fuck?
oh
sadness washes over me
followed by a wave of relief
because at the end of the story
you learn that what you did was wrong
but you won't acknowledge it
because you're too busy trying to save someone else
to get approval,
and rewards
when you should be saving yourself

At the End of Your Reins

at the end
the end of your day
it's not about scoring the hottest girl
sticking your nose into that scrumptious flesh
and making someone moan
or about doing a good job at work
having your boss pat your back and say, "hey! you're not expendable..."
when you've sacrificed so much of outside life, work bleeds into your veins
missing chances and opportunities to catch up on those reports
and those other nonsense things they make you do, to fill that hole in you
at the end
the end of your day
it's not about winning or losing
because in order to win, you must crush a lesser human
and to lose...
hey..
what the fuck?
who likes to lose?
no one
because at the end
you'll be a memory
they'll have a goofy stupid funeral and people will cry
talk about how fucking great and awesome you were
giving you that virtual blow job in the sky (or underground) that you can't feel
you can't harness
energy thats pretty much wasted on a corpse
some laughing, some crying, lots of heavy drinking, mourning...
all that shit that comes with demise
but let us not talk of death!
let us talk of liberty!
at the end of your day,
the most important thing
is not to apologize
because you should never put yourself in a position
where you bite your lower lip until it bleeds
but if you do
and you will
you have to pick up your skirt, grab your balls, and make things right
somehow
even though you don't get the girl
you have to be true to yourself
because in the end
you must lay in bed
starring at that blank ceiling
with no one to judge you but yourself
and yes
yes
there must be some decisions made
bad
good
whatever
you've got to come ahead in humanity
in order to become comfortable with your core misery
because that's what happiness, positivity, optimism, desire and love are
knowing that you are broken
but overlooking that
and doing what is correct
not in your eyes
or the eyes of everyone else
but in the eyes of that great laughing fuck in the sky
which in turn
is the eyes that are imbedded in your heart
because you've only got so many beats
make each one count

underneath the velvety sun, on this big blue ball of gas, sat a character loving in the prolonged sense of the word, in side the dark recess of his automobile, fist clenched in agonizing traffic pain, the character breathed out relentlessly, again and again. foot tapping accelerator in 4/4 time, unaccustomed to the slow crawl of life, the drawn out speed of the city, he did it all the time. not for comfort or behavioral reasons, but because it made him feel somewhat connected to the other non human hating machines. and in his glovebox, liars beware, sat something of ambiguous nature, something not worth the declaration of the word, nothing with structure, black and blue, down and green, un- un- un-decided he sat, pondering and wondering, babbling and slapping his hands against the unresponsive wheel, tired he felt, unbelievably unaware of the circular motions and motives of his chair. one pump up, two pumps down, he sat with his typewriter in this lap awaiting the motorized sounds of life. the wind drew up and pushed the plastic bags around in his backseat, where he claimed to be an environmentalist, and yet, for every store he'd visit, never asking for a paper bag, or bringing his own knapsack. he was unaware of his demise. nothing. nothing. was simple and pleasant in the back of those eyes. merely a man. undistorted, merely a man, living through his memories, his wife, his kids, he had no sense, no personality, a blank canvas up on that mantle, no discoveries visible, he changed instant opinions like a snowballed mouse. he had no backbone, no fight, no courage left in him. and taht was his own fault, and no one else, he did it to himself, living in constant fear of the other shoe to drop. he cut it up.


with the passing of people, in and out of books, in and around the revolving door, passing through windows, hearing wind chimes tingle your spine until you cringe and shake with lust, -we are but two people in a large city surrounded with more people in a big blue marble collectively made of ideas and situations, but when you lay your pretty little head down on my chest, and wrap those short sexy arms around me, we fit like puzzle pieces underneath scalding hot sun, and aside from all of the distractions, upon that bed, tent, floor, we are yet but two souls collectively finding comfort, the scents linger in the air a bit longer, the sun bears down a bit brighter, the water taste somewhat sweeter and the air blowing through the cracks in the window makes me want to put my face up to the glass and smile, all goofy like. but with the letting go of such, the reserve system kicks in and a wave of anxiety washes over me, i cannot close my eyes and begin the descension into sleep, the great hand in the sky keeps rattling my cage, and i figure to myself, "if you keep this up, i'll bite my way out of here!"
then i look down, and see you drooling on my chest, and talking in your sleep, and i say to myself, "you need not fear young man, enjoy the beauty, if thrown into the wild blazing hot night, remember the soft silky hands that touched you, the long flowing mass of hair that you immersed face into, those pillow soft lips that you sucked at, hips like Cinderella, and those fiery eyes that challenged you, persuaded you, and ultimately turned your soul to jelly."

just one more.

The Cocktail Party

little sausages with tooth picks in them, how i'd like to take one these and jam it into this broads throat. but no, that would be a terrible thing to do, and how are we deserving of this? i didn't want to talk about it, apparently, so she says, it was awful, and i was a bad man. i was worried that maybe something happened to my date, so i rotated around the living room sticking to the wall like some kind of scared raccoon circling his cage. i did not want to engage anyone in conversation, but a couple times i had to force a smile and a nod, just to let them know i was still apart of the party and not planning on peeing in the fireplace again. i could feel their eyes on me, i kept mouthing the words, "shit" -- and when a good looking dame walked by i'd follow behind her real close, start wiggling my arms doing the preying mantas dance, she'd turn around with those inspecting eyes thinking maybe i had a pocketful of rubies to jam in her empty hands to go with her empty smile, but i'd stay still and shove my face into my glass like a good little passive guy in a monkey suit, like all these other pricks, i thought about strapping a pack of road flares to Stacy's alarm clock and throwing it into the middle of the living room floor, watching that bad boy slide across the hardwood and hit someone in the ankle... ahh.. the glory of it all... the line was a mile long. suddenly my bladder started speaking spanish and letting me know it was time to piss, so i nudged my way pass the big burly guys guarding the velvet rope out onto the balcony. some couples were out here gazing into each others eyes, acting dopey. overhearing the men saying corny one liners and watching the females eyes glaze over with the spell. oh how ignorant on their part! if only they were able to see through these chumps, these unaware selfish people who feel that their self worth is directly inline with their average yearly income, or their Mercedes, or the size of their cock. yes i make less than $30,000, and yes, i drive a 40 year old car worthy of Mad Max, and yes, i don't have a huge penis.

you don't need to like me

i'm okay with that.

actually i'd prefer it if you disliked me, because then i wouldn't have to live up to your expectations, and you wouldn't be let down by my pessimistic, self mutilating, drinking, smoking, loving bag of shit that i am.

I'm not really that bad, i like to exaggerate.


i was breathing really hard now, and i could feel the pee pushing up against my bladder, i grabbed the railing and casually slid between the two tall trees and the rail, slithering back in the corner like a rat, i pushed myself up against the wall and urinated onto the sidewalk and unsuspecting pedestrians walking down Broadway. oh, well lookie here, there's a Goodwill across the street, and have you ever noticed how your pee doesn't flow all in a steady stream, but like millions of little droplets connected together like DNA? marvelous. stars don't twinkle, they flicker, but both of those are the same thing right? i did the pee shuffle and let em' drip for a second, but on the way in he decided to go for seconds and then i felt the slow drip down my crotch all the way to my ankle. how do i get myself into this shit?

through the trees i saw my date come out onto the balcony looking around, clenching two scotch glasses in her hand. i walked with swagger, or at least as much swagger and class a guy with pee running down his pants can muster.
"hey"
"hey"
"where you go?"
whenever i get nervous i scratch the back of my head and then scratch my beard right after. she was relatively new and this was only our 2nd or 3rd date, so we really didn't know each others cues yet.
"uh, had a to smoke a cigarette, nicotine craving... you know."
this girl had the nose of a hound dog, not that her nose resembled the nose of a hound dog, but that it's sense of smell was that similar to a hound dog, and even if she did have a upturned nose like a hound dog, she was still a cool girl, and i'd still be on this date with her.
"you smell that?"
"eh what no, no... what? um let's go inside, it's getting cold out here and i don't want you to get all booger faced on me."
"you're so charming."
"like a prince?"
"no, like the frog, but maybe if you're lucky i'll kiss you, we'll see what happens."
"what kind of guy do you think i am? it's our first date, and besides, how do you know that all i want to do is kiss you?"
her eyes grew small, the wheels in her head started moving. i scooped up a glass of champagne from the tray and handed it to her. she smiled briefly, i reached over and grabbed a flower out of the pot and stuck it in my mouth.
"hey, come on, lets dance."
i took her hand in mine and started doing a little number with her, she resisted.
"but there's no music!"
"there's music in my head, come on, don't be weird"
"they're going to think we're weird"
and then, just a little too loud, "fuck them, their shirts are so goddamn stiff these people belong in a morgue."
suddenly the music boomed into play and we were off like two little crickets dancing on wildflowers. time stood still, just for a moment, until....
she began to rub her leg against mine, the warmness was coming off her body, and i could feel her turn to jelly in my hands, i started getting hard and i rubbed my nose against her neck, i felt her shutter just a bit and i pushed myself up against her, my hands grabbing her waist a little too hard. she was mine, i was going to take that dress off with my teeth and kiss those silky hips. lose myself in that mass of cherry red hair. hmm. cherry red.. i wonder of that hair was the same color as.. uh.. ahem.. her eyebrows.. yeah.. eyebrows..
suddenly i knew she felt the wetness on my pants, her nose wrinkled up a bit, her head titled to the left, she starred me right in the eye, punishing gaze.
"why's your leg wet?"
"eh um." scratch, scratch.. cough "i spilled a little drink."
"no, thats piss, i can smell it."
small gremlins crawled along the floor and flung shit at me, i could feel it building up, it was elementary school all over again. fuck.
i dropped my arms down to my side and my chin hit my chest. i was done for. this was the end. i'd never see this beautiful creature again.
i stood there for a second, swaying back and forth, humiliation washed over me, my knees wanted to buckle.
she leaned over, putting her hand on my chest, and whispered in my ear.
"i'm just fucking with you"

i shook all over for a second, and then registered her words, i took the back of her head and pushed my mouth up against hers, pulling her hair just a bit, and kissed her like the fucking world was going to end.

Redirecting

quick phrases shot back and forth
nothing reveling and minor sunburns
radiation poisoning, little green men and women
climbing all over her coffee table
we play thumb war in the back seat
lifeless hand clenched in mine, i let her win
she knew i did
so i wipe the sweat off and we go the second round
bobble head
neck made of springs
body fashioned after a younger being
and the taste of lust fills my mouth
mixes with the cigarette smoke and clinking of glasses
background noise for the big game
i amp myself up to destroy her innocence
but just like that
it's redirected and funneled into someone else
leafs dance down the sidewalk
and the birds of paradise are growing strong again
it's been a year now in this place, this beautiful place
and my eyes are wide ready for more
vibrations
up and down my spine
vibrations
up and down my legs
fingers reach for the bottle, the phone, the pen
to write about false beings
phonies
dead doe eyed woman
passing through my mind
collecting small bits of truth
that my mouth left behind
and securing my grip
around her small wrist
we don't let red lights scare us off into the night
dogs barking
horns honking
sirens wailing
we run off into the night
like animals
ready to turn on each other
and rip ourselves to shreds
i push her onto the grass knoll outside of the church
that ends on a one way street
with an elementary school across from us
i push her feet against my chest
and as the blood rushes into ourselves
she whimpers
and i win

she sat over on the ledge. "got a cigarette?". i handed her one and she slipped down onto her couch. "whew", she sighed, " i can usually take care of myself, but there's one type that's so hungry you have to hold them off."
"you brought him up here to hold him off?"
"you don't approve?"
"who am i to disapprove? but if you pick up a guy while you're out dancing and bring him home you've got to expect advances. he has a right to make a pass at you. it's not a game on your terms."
"i go there because i like to dance, and i don't see that because i let a guy bring me home i've got to go to bed with him. you don't think i went to bed with him do you?"

my image of the two of them in each others arms popped like soap bubbles.

"now if you were the guy, it would be different."
"eh?"
"just what it sounds like, if you were to ask me, i'd go to bed with you."
i tried to keep my composure, "thanks, i'll keep that in mind."
she leaned forward and her button up shirt opened at the neck, revealing tasty treats. slipping her arms around me she waited for me to do something. i knew what was expected of me, and i told myself there was no reason not to. after all, i wasn't the one making the advances. and she was different than any other women i've met before. perhaps she was right for me at this emotional level.

so damn attractive. so full of life and excitement. her voice, her eyes- everything about her was an invitation.

-daniel