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Dog the Youth

He’s heard rumors he’s in the twilight of his life
And though he can count his children since dawn
Time has yet to smell the optimism in his coming days
It’s funny how all we remember are the rings in wrinkled skin
The only maps we find are the varicose veins tracing paths away from youth
I’ve been scared to slide further into my own eventuality
But the way he embraced today’s sun has soothed my existence
I used to see life sitting like a rabid dog, hurried
Frantic
But today we stood together noticing each second of the day and I learned what it means
to live forever

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Show Alone

24, in a crowd staring down that new adrenaline
Era of punk releasing amp deaf riot on generation (fuck the letter)
Why has it been so hard to coax $12 out of friends to take part?
It’s turbulent in my psyche, I’m sure I’ll never get it
At least sure as fuck that I hope not
Things are passive for people, easily avoided in favor of a night of rest
Meanwhile future biographers contemplate suicide as they try to find something beyond sleep and solitude to enliven the success of man
It’s too young in this life to grow old, maturity is a poison noun that emboldens the risk averse with a sense of pride in their cowardice
I’ve come to learn that breathing fire will always burn the tongue
And it should
For how else will you remember the taste when you set your patch of earth ablaze
Ignited from your core, to light an effigy to every coming moment of your existence
So fuck it if you can’t come
In the end,
maybe you never had the spark to take part

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