coffeewhiskey

Suicide Fridays are FUN!! WOOT WOOT!


work in a half an hour, because Im broke.
I told a girl the other day I made 100 in tips, this is true.
She asked where I worked.
I told her I stripped. This is false.
she believed me. This is true
I told her it pays the bills. this is false.
she hasnt called me back.
this is true.

Not, Ready, Yet

as for this poem, I just have to wait
for the words to, find their place
in the choir, of a song
where they mate
and make meaning
make something everybody's
been waiting to be hearing
like an answer, or their fate
like a poem, written by a saint
and until that day
I'll stare at a blinking line
like the paint, on a highway
leading to a light, down a long hall way
like heavens just waiting
for the right combination
so we can all just
fill in the blanks