Life, like urinal cakes in a bar bathroom,
You can only take being pissed on for so long
Before you begin to disappear.
Left to slip down some drain made to look like a water slide.
I don’t remember much from when I was a kid
But I do remember
How I used to brag about
All the things I was going to do with my life
And what I pictured for my future
Had too many bells and whistles,
Too many accomplishments
For any one life to contain,
But now, at best I can be the bottle in my hand,
Something capable of any shape
But so breakable
It cuts like self-defense
And I keep climbing in and out of these ruts like nets.
Every time we meet
We still greet each other like strangers
I feel like I’m always changing something about myself,
Like only my name has survived the days we’ve spent apart,
Left only as a reminder,
Written on a name-tag,
Like the street signs above intersections
Where I crossed my heart
And hoped you’d find me.
All I have now are my reactions.
I’m an unknown speech impediment
Heard only when listened to closely.
I keep claiming I know the words
But still left asking how to spell them
Because maybe I just don’t know anymore,
The thought escapes me
Like I’m a cat spending my life
Trying to catch the red dot.
Someone once asked me for a truth, so here it is:
We might still be people,
But we’re not human anymore.
We’ve forgotten about our grandfathers
And waited to long to know our grandmothers.
When they left
They left us only photograph footprints
From a black and white world.
I still keep thinking
I’ll get a do-over at some point,
Like if I wait long enough
I’ll get one more chance to back paddle,
One more chance to repeat myself
And all this time I’ve wasted
Might be put to better use.
Like tongues o what they’ve tasted
And a love for what might have lasted.
I want to repeat myself,
But draw a different outcome,
Like sidewalk chalk could erase bare walls
The way leaf’s fall over dead grass.
I don’t remember what I did today
I don’t know what I’ll do tomorrow
And I’m fine with that because
All that’s left of this moment is a shard of light
Clinging to the sky
This entire evening is dropping opportunities like bombs
And I cant fit anymore regret into this bucket list
So for now I’ll keep spinning these circles
Like the hollow tornados leaving deconstructed houses
And I’ll make my mark
In some other way.