Monthly Archives: January 2015

poem #397

suppose i said
that i am unsure
how all of this will end
whether it’s happily or
a total collapse
i have no idea.

some days i think i do.
then i snap the fuck out of it.

really, i don’t think i know anything at all
except that i feel the most lonely
when i’m right next to her
but that’s also when i feel the most alive

so, here we are
i have no idea what lay ahead
aside from the fact that it will feature
me, her, and a bed
about a million feet of dirt
and a billion restless dead…

my love life is like a zombie flick inside my head



I know now
What my first mistake was:
Isn’t some blissful state you reach
Some ultimate nirvana
Some clearing in the woods

It is going to bed at night
And not already dreading
Having to get back up again
It is a back ache that goes away on its own

It is the little victories

Because there are no big victories.