My God, Why Can't I Just Get Laid?

Words words words, will not come
like I can not come
maybe the words are my sex
and since I'm not getting laid
I can't get them to lay
across this page
the way they used to
orgasmically burst,
only to be strewn
about my cosmic mind
this sitcom like comedy that I'm living
is giving me a wedgie inside of the ass crack of my soul
and all of a sudden everything's just moving to slow
Maybe I've lost it
my ability to fuck my way through the vocabulary
as if each word were my whore for the night
my right hand pumping them out
harder and faster
like a detachable dick-tionary
a prosthesis to make up
for my disability
of social norm
It's been like this ever since I was born
This urge to just write and type
in a nympho-manic sort of way
My God, why can't I just get laid?

Keeping People In Their Places

I am forgotten
by an unforgiving society
who falsely lables
innocent children as trouble makers
as a means of keeping people in their places

I am amazed
that I am even sitting here typing these words
as once upon a time all I could afford was to steal
extra napkins from fast food joints that charged the homeless twenty five cents
for a cup of free water
as a means of keeping people in their places

I am confused
about when it's my turn in the game
of life that once seemed to never end
but now is moving faster than I can dream of
one by one eliminating
those who just can't keep up
as a means of keeping people in their places

I am hurt by
all that have touched me
suppose it's from the brusies I endured in the womb
as he hit her
and she hit
the bottle then the pipe
it was a way for them to keep each other in their places


I am dumbfounded
at the lengths people will go to
to destroy the lives of one another
as a means of keeping them in their places

and I wonder
if I will ever find
a place to be kept in
rather than thrown away from?

fleeting

Do you know what it's like
to live your life
vicariously
As actors
storm on screen
grab passionately
somewhere in the distance
the roar of a motorcycle
credits roll
and you know
it'll all be ok.

What happened to those days?

When I was not just a spectator
of the outside world
but a weaver of words

back packs full of adventures
documented historical facts
on brown paper bags with logos
of last week's lunch
from that 99 cent feast

but now,
stomach full of glutenous glucose
sugary sweet life of normalacy
it has happened.

I am them.

NaNoWriMo

During the month of November, the folks over at NanoWriMo held a writing contest of sorts where they tried to inspire writers to write a novel of 50,000 words within a single 30 day period.

I spent roughly a week actually writing over the course of the November and managed to complete the challenge with 50,114 words.

Let me know it if you'd like to read it!

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