when i was a poet
writing poetry
i’d have good things to say
about all the bad
like how to kill your mother
by falling in love with your father
who would never want you anyways
a fact that ruined your abandoned orphaned ma
wishing only the best for you
the reverse of what you am and are
but mostly aren’t
cut in half
never resting
never whole
a bit a ch
a bas a tard
about the woman that’ll
take up all the room where the others
will eventually sit as birds in an aquarium
trying to vacate the space
but they do not like the cracks
and the floor has the grooving of steps in them
and these walls are littered with handprints
that he refuses to wash off
that he calls unintentional art
that my hands or his do not fit in
at least
not any longer
about drunks that thought of quitting
but thought better of it
about sobers who thought of starting
but thought worse of it
about me
both right now
both wrong now
about the places where pierced armor goes
where a heart will break
where the brain knows that this is factually impossible
where the heart breaks again as a result
about the homeless woman remembering
a childhood inside a bed shaped as a racecar
with cars crumbling by as birds
and the exhaust does not choke up the sky
into tears that make all things blank
once more
about factories shipping out emptiness
schools closing and jails opening up
about a decay that will be the only thing
that lasts
about how all of this will lead to a rise of the dead
where the rich will watch from above
while the poor deride other poor for their poor conditions
for they are easy to see right there
in the mirror of hallow houses
poisoned polluted pissed on
by the clouds
about a school boy who wishes to become a doctor
because they help people
but who is soon slaughtered by a 56 year old
who died many times in those little toying years
but not with the boy
about the senselessness of going anywhere
which is not where anywhere goes
including me
who wishes to quote the gods
but finds them still speaking of socrates
who spoke of me then
a mere mortal man
who will blame things on the other things
that he was not a part of
though that have led him to this
hope of some good
despite it all
because of it all
with it all
even if all
is not good
Mizpellt wurdz 
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