Last of the Cold War babies
Growing up with certain expectations of a guy
Snorting testosterone without wiping thy nose
Be a brute; don’t ever let them see you cry
But I’ve learned more from the women
Multigenerational lies narrating manhood
Walk like a man; talk like a savage
Bold proclamations are seldom very good
These days we find ourselves defending facts
Ultimate truth disparaged amongst the crowd
Yet I remember wisdom in spite of the chaos
To be subtle when the whole world is loud
The infinity of love The entirety of a single breath Odd footnotes to a shapely evening After kissing the feet of Sister MaryBeth The important ones are those you forgot Distant notes too unbelievable to remember But there’s a gravity to these infatuations Still wearing Fair Isle, though it no longer December Our dreams aren’t always tangible by birth Effort & perseverance required, but you can’t relate You won’t know it, but it’s worth the heartache We’re doomed to live our days as humans & it’s called fate
Running from street lamp to street lamp
Creating worlds before the sun is born
I don’t sleep as well as I should
Out, wandering with my thoughts this morn
No need to remind me of my missteps
I remember every time I came up short
Angst & anxiety locked in perpetual duel
To discover who gets the final retort
You seem to be in an awful temper I didn’t mean to ruffle your petticoat Just trying to assuage discomfort Ma’am, I must return to the boat Incidents may have occurred Darkness cloaks many a stumble I bid you remember me fondly For you leave me broken & humble
This is life. This is reality.
When the pretty words drip away
When the party’s over
You’ve still got to wake & face the day
Digital lovers lavish heaps of praise
Complimenting you on your magnificent blog
While you neglect the physical world
Always remember that pain & loneliness are analog
Wish goodbye to frumpy politicians & their senile glances Robber baron approach to public service After we gave them too many chances
I don’t care for your foreign correspondents Time to stay home & let the meek be the victors War machines don’t benefit those who march Deceit & impropriety measured upon the Richter’s
I don’t understand disdain for fellow humans I don’t care if you worship in a synagogue or under a steeple In the end, we’re all God’s children Here on Earth, we must remember it’s We The People
I’m the footnote to your memory Everyone will remember how you touched their soul I’m just the quiet guy in the background Working hard to help make your vision whole
I’m not the one to be seen nor heard But to fade away when they extinguish the lights Forgotten once the dream falls to recess Sealed once we find our departing flights
I never wished to distract from you I humbly serve your silent grace No aim to conjure something more Merely to bask in beautiful refraction of your face
The passing of time is a mixed blessing Tapping your foot with your vision blurred Doing our best, but remaining guilty Still searching for a way to be cured
Wrapping wrists around the tarnished rosary Youthful dreams faded from when I wanted to be a saint My heart still ticks, albeit a little weaker Remembering those days, but the voices now faint
But our dreams drip Memories frothing to the surface Unknown to the exterior Remnants of our innocence Miss
Complications of misinterpretations Dwelling in this unfailing mess Stepping gently away at this time of night Always remember you in that short gingham dress
Perfectly lined rows of trees
Our escape from the mundane
Shaking away tilted visions
Of a ghostly morning train
Remembering her latent beauty
No place for such fickle motions
Return to living your current life
Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean
Looking to transmit the broken fragments
To leave nothing at the bottom of the pail
Set out – exposed in the baking dog day sun
Mis-remembered, but not quite a tragic fail
Emerging from the night of lost souls
A rough morning with make-up in your eyes
Playing with fire when you dressed like Hell
You believed the Devil when he whispered his lies
Another exhilarating night of sin extinguished
But your heart now belongs to the man of flames
You don’t remember how your dress got burnt
Or how your lovely chest was branded with his name
My sweatshirt still lingers with her scent Pondering what all the flirting meant Remembering the clouds glowing from the lights Sitting on the hood, enjoying her company that night I can still see her – with her long blonde hair She looked so beautiful standing out there
Our private thoughts remain unimpeded Keeping the ghost light on those theater steps Daily life can become a sullen drudgery Yet still remembering when my heart last leapt
Empty wine bottles clink; devoid of all inspiration
But that’s not the way you remembered they bled
Choosing the perfect wording for posterity
A trembling shadow of what the poets once said
We once set out to create a fresh universe
But that’s not the way I can any longer think
Falling in love with strange, beautiful women
The source & reason for all the dedicated ink
Our souls entwined in deliberate communion
But that’s not the way that I came to be lost
Specific writings to engrave our cosmic lust
Forever entombed within this highland frost
thinking nostalgic thoughts on an empty stomach rediscovering grunge tunes stuck at home in a pandemic remembering the pain of high school couldn’t fit in anywhere reliving dark moments where it could’ve ended remembering lost loves & how warm they made you feel but you know it wasn’t real leaving you cold & alone abandoned until life truly began.
These notebooks drip with inspiration
Thoughts of passion in so many words
Raw relations developed from a focused mind
You want more, but you used to call me a nerd
Back in school, you were the height of popularity
I still remember how your indifference stung
Time does wonders in both directions
Beauty fades even while this life has truly just begun
Captain Q 