Massive compliment from a talented, down-to-earth writer. I have been featured more in the last few weeks than i was in the last year combined. That’s the number 4 y’all. Thanks readers & editors & rebloggers. Craig
laughter echoes across the lake
midnight laughter
rolling with golden brown whiskey
and crystal clear moonshine
the moon smirks
shrugging
stars fall
sex explodes
and somewhere out there
people still give a shit
about sleeping
and responsibilities
I’ve posted 14 pieces in the last couple days, read up if you haven’t. Heart them if thats not against your beliefs so i know you were here. Later. Craig
your pants were a sultry
inpatient white
your jacket stained and straight
your eyes swirled with Thorazine
bloody cuticles
bloody voices
dilated pupils
bloodied choices
it’s not cool or sexy anymore
outpatient sex lost its edge
every boundary pushed
every line crossed
and nothing’s shocking
nothing’s exciting
fucking with me just to fuck with me
has gotten old
suicide’s passé
and cutting’s for amateurs
so…….
what are you going to do now?
I grab a mouthful of oxygen
so I don’t head rush
and do a header
into the coffee table again
…ok, one more
her love was quicksand
irresistible smooth ensnaring
inescapable suffocating unmoving
I go with a mouthful at dusk
my teeth grinding sand into glass
At what point do i let go & admit that i don’t understand the world forming around me? When do i admit that i don’t understand suicide, cutting, random beheadings, political liars, silence & indifference? When did everything stop mattering? When did wisdom become a four letter word?
When did i start caring more deeply for this world & others in it? When did wisdom & love creep into this imperfect shell? When did i exchange youthful exuberance for taste? Why did i curse wisdom, knowledge & understanding? Why did i despise refinement & love? Why did i reject peace & hope? Why did i believe blindly dismissing the norm was independent thinking? Why didn’t i see truth while wildly questioning everything? Were those redundancies my way of skirting truth while aiding my ignorance & unwillingness to admit that i had no answers for most things? After all, didn’t i carry enough fear & anxieties when i was young? Didn’t i deserve these drunken self-delusions?
Well shit, i guess I’ve become an out of touch dinosaur, a fossil….old. I guess the fact that i see the big picture through experience & wisdom makes me rigid, stiff & antiquated. I guess the fact that I’ve learned much through the school of hard knocks, failures & those of my friends makes me obsolete & unqualified to give advice. You young fucks will just have to learn the hard way too i suppose. But if you can avoid even one of these scars that I’ve compiled through common sense & better choices, well then i guess you’re a better person than I.
in anarchy you were born
an array of disarray
a lovely note
a blossoming melody
an explosive symphony
reduced to static and distortion
an unsung wonder
muted
snuffed
lost
broken
now, only i
knew your phrasing
only i knew your soundtrack
the beat you walked to
the tune you carried
and all your intricate giftings
only i knew you
and when I’m gone
you will die with me
it will all die with me
stuffed into this coffin
like some cheap pine
music box.
