Month: April 2018

The boy
And his bowl
Of blueberries

When I get closer
Would you want to
Run away?

When I leave
Would you rather
Go another way?

All these words
I’ve written for you
And you may never know
The extent of them

I lost a bet
With your daddy

Now I’m carrying
His bags of junk
As we attend the
Comic convention

I’d rather get
My teeth drilled
At the dentist

Yes I admit it–
I have a flip phone
And I’m not embarrassed
Really

I know you’re bad for me
So I have to stay away

But when I know you’re in the room
Maybe because someone talked about you
It just drives me crazy
That they can have you
And I can’t–

Pillow talk may be
Saved for my wife
But my mornings belong
To you

Why do I feel like a victim
When I know what I did?
I made a conscious choice
I even knew ahead of time
Some of the possible consequences
But I did what I did anyway
And still felt like I deserved
A different outcome
Than the one I got

Maybe I feel this way
Because I tire of the lack of
Success that has led me
To this point
Again another failure–
When will it end?

And still
I thought beforehand
Maybe things
Would be different this time
Because of probability–
I can’t lose
All the time right?

If I had not taken my chances
What then?
Would I have been better off?
Or would I have been
Lamenting just as much
After seeing someone else at the table
Get a full house?

I guess I like taking risks
Whenever the queen of hearts is involved

I knew I shouldn’t
Have given your brother
A sip from my can of cola

Mommy clearly didn’t approve

You are eating
The last
Of my favorite
Cereal again
But you offer me
A spoon
And we
Finish the box
Without a word

Don’t waste words
On deaf ears
But save what
You’ve wanted to say
Your whole life
For someone
Ready to listen