Gizmo October 29th, 2023 X.XXIX.MMXXIII Sudden and surreal Backlit by the setting sun Sitting and howling Looking for help You tried to stand And walk it off Like so many times prior Shrugged off death before The blood and Broken half So limp and lifeless Yet unable to relent You were already dead Yet you’d kick against the pricks For 30 more minutes Chasing life though you could not walk We had carried you in Your cries of pain Your shallowing breathing The slow spiral of death You craned your neck To see Mom and Dad Your foreleg kicking And I clasped it Death approached You looked down And died Staring into me Shock and grief As proven right Silence screams so loudly That absence of who was We dug a grave In the backyard Before two stones To mark the apple tree We carried you down Still warm yet limp The finality set in And we buried you Death had made you its own The deed done with a set sun Darkness and dirt envelop Goodbye Gizmo
August 7th, 2023 VIII.VII.MMXXIII One of the greatest lies ever told Comes from the mouth of vipers All too alluring but always watching Waiting for a moment to strike hard and true “I like sensitive guys.” Such a trap most devastating Much like a hidden landmine In a vale of summer One that always maims and denies Shed a tear and lose the war The long fought uphill battle Only to be crushed by the boulder you pushed You shed your stony skin The stoic statue no longer so rigid And what did you do with that vulnerability? You deserted without hesitation You have no honor and no loyalty No sympathy nor empathy Not a conscience or soul in sight For you disappeared like a hated regret Yet you never truly did At least for the statue you sundered Now you haunt like a ghost Cutting again and again from the blatant disregard There was never truth in that claim You manifested our destiny Leave me betrayed and broken Like the trust you discarded Shattered stone and glass Damp from tears
Feb 25 2023 II.XXV.MMXXIII Here I thought I was no longer a poet Just add some fucking depression And here I am Hating myself and fuck all They were right when they said A poet is nothing without pain Because there’s nothing worth saying Unless I rather speak from the grave Cry myself a river So I can float down it Off a waterfall Just to end it all
Feb 25 2023 II.XXV.MMXXIII What can I say Other than fuck it all Because this thing called life Is one fucking waste of time Just kick me down Let me breathe raggedly Kick me again Let me drown in my vomit Blood clot so my heart can have a break It's working too hard For a fucking dead man With a quarter century of nothing to show 25 years and nothing proven Just a sad sack of shit Fuck it all Let it all fall
Feb 25 2023 II.XXV.MMXXIII Forget and let die Life worth nothing at all Suffer and scream Just to know emotion and sound Silence and apathy Makes one unhappy Sleep in the dirt Become wormfood It's easier said than done Life’s worth living they say So why can’t I just enjoy The day?
Feb 25 2023 II.XXV.MMXXIII Why dream at all They’re for the lucky Because they get a chance Mock and break me Disappointment the flavor Douse it all Let it burn So this manuscript can go unread Line the highway to hell Broken skulls and compacted rot Give rise to the next generation To die underfoot
Feb 25 2023 II.XXV.MMXXIII Who cares about tomorrow When today is fucking bleak Dark and dour Everything is sour Fuck it all to hell Fuck it all to heaven There is no respite For a fucker like me
Feb 25 2023 II.XXV.MMXXIII Homeostasis not for me Disrupt and discord Let my astrocytes die So the barrier to my empty brain Can finally be filled With some semblance of life Eat away the withered waste That pretends to be alive
Feb 25 2023 II.XXV.MMXXIII Quarter century Of wasted time and money What a fucking gross misuse of resources I should have never been born Blue was the color of my birth Disgrace and death Was my fate An umbilical cord noose the bow Gift for no one Discard before disdain Don’t lament the worthless Tears are not infinite
Feb 25 2023 II.XXV.MMXXIII Dreams are for the lucky Never for someone such as me Grind me down to nothing Line the streets with my matter At least then I will be of use