4/25/2010 New poem

How long must we put on this charade?
Feeling as though I'm lying to myself now
Everyday
I feel like Romeo and you're Juliet
But the story doesn't play out the way it was written
The feelings aren't mutual
I'm falling
Even though I shouldn't be
I'm not looking out for me
My well being
And for you
I'm just there
To be used
To be the utility knife in your life
And yet I get nothing in return anymore
All this is making me sore
I want to be the boy
At your balcony
Who beckons your name
I'm getting sick of this game
But I won't say anything
I'd rather be a fool
Than be alone

Ignorance is the New American Dream

You’re so ignorant.
Wanting to be something fake
The same thing you stare at through the glass
For heavens sake
That dream won’t last
You’ll suck in the next mass media memo
Now it’s the sheets of denim
Sucking around each leg like a million leeches
And your hair is part of the reason
That you have a sort of social cataracts
Some girly guy screaming up on a stage like a toddler
Tomorrow it’s back to bags suspended from the ground by rubber bands
And that sad excuse for music
Where one guy ruins good records
And makes the drum beats on a computer
With mindless rants about pointless topics
And messages that melt the brain.
Music a monkey can make.
Time to get up
Dressed like every other chimp in the jungle
Going to the same desk
Typing in pointless numbers into some spreadsheet
Now you’re rarely thinking
Always doing
Getting messed up
Blurring the days together
With that last cup of poison.
Go to a dead end job
Repeat the process
This is the American dream