Poetry Pack 6

How's it going? Everybody going out and getting their vaccinations? I hope all is well out there and your health isn't taking any big hits. Truth be told I've been struggling lately. Poetry has been a very good outlet for me these past couple years. It's been nice to work on while I take my hiatuses from the novel. Good to just let it breathe for a bit, you know? I recently came up with the idea to put together a weekly therapy/workshop/support group with friends and/or artists. I'd be stoked to see it happen so that I can have meaningful conversations with people again as well as share fun stuff like this. I also want to hear and see a ton of other people's perspectives. One of the most inspiring experiences I can have is when I hear someone share their own free thoughts and ideas in whatever context they excel in. I miss having access to that and I would have had it if it weren't for that meddling pandemic. If I could build a place of communion like that for someone, it might just be one of the most rewarding adventures ever. If this idea interests you, please reach out to me! It could shell out so much positivity for so many great minds. I've surprisingly curated a really solid and diverse group of thinkers so far, and would love to get you included. Alright, plug over, let's get to the Poetry Pack now:

Five Second Rule (Pt. 2)

The gates crash

The sirens sound

Form a perimeter!

Guards at towers

Firing squads

At the ready

Let the fight begin

The extermination

Commences instantly

Leave no survivors

Leave no survivors

No one gets through

Except for the

0.001% of germs

That do

No Buyounce

Caption me with a

Moving window

Of some grimy

Metro line

Or a barnacle

Pustule eating

Away at the skin

Of a marcescent rudder

Mostly stagnant

In the greenish murk

Decompose

I’ve never seen grosser hues

Become a surface level chump too rapidly

And get stuck with the bends

You put their feelings first

You try to stay loyal to friends

And in the end

They walk all over you

Don’t worry I’ll

Play pretend

Make my own amends

Answer the call when you’re at your worst

AGAIN

Is that what I’m supposed to do?!

Might as well call me a good mutt

These blood suckers claim their stake on me fast

I must be a good cut

I guess all the times I was there wasn’t enough

To just take a second to ask “what’s up?”

It’s overdue

Our time is tinted

My words vocal

My trust totaled

Can’t move on

when I’m immobile

Another day

At your disposal

Fair Weather

Cant no man say I ever pulled the plug first

I’ve been down on the ground so long

I’ve learned to love dirt

Maybe I’m too in touch with my emotions

Dangerous headspace for

Someone going through the motions

I had to determine my love’s worth

Left for dead in these oceans

Even still

These doors remained open

It wasn’t until

I saw the path you’d chosen

That I was swallowed by the surf

I’ll save what’s left of my breath

And leave the rest unspoken

But when I’m unfrozen

You better find the tallest hill because

These words could flood earth

By Any Means

Never let a motherfucker with a rubber neck steal your thunder

They’ll see you drowning and push you right back under

I put my faith in the wrong people

I look back and it’s all so see through

If life’s a beach I’m a dead seagull

dodge any responsibility

Then only call when they need you

Another day of lesson learning

I already had a lot on my plate

Then they wanna come by and drop a second serving

I remember when I was the only one in the venue

My amygdala sends me bold threats

They buy out everything on the menu

And leave you to pay the whole check

I guess you fold best

Must be placing old bets

If you think I'm getting stuck with the cold sweats

Because time after time I come back

And I'll say that again with my whole chest