I can get there on my own
You can leave me here alone
I'm just tryin' to do what's right
Oh, a man ain't a man unless he's fought the fight
I could never point you out
Waste of space in a faceless crowd
Tell me what I have to say
If you know what's right then you'll walk away.

please don't forget me when you stare into her beautiful green eyes.

and please don't forget me when i'm asleep in the car alone at two am.

don't forget me when you are holding the door for her. please don't 

forget me at the Hollywood sign. and please don't forget me at my 

doctor's appointment. please don't forget me when i die. please.

the if poem

if i could climb on rain drops and swim to your soul. 
if i could ride on the back of a beautiful swan. 
if i could dance till my socks turn fancy. 
if i could meet you at the disco on Thursday Night. 
if i could make it to my own funeral. 
if i could do my math homework right. 
if i could consume peaches each day.
if i could drive around the world in one minute.
if i could touch the clouds past the wolf moon.
if i could love you just one more time.
if could go back in time.
if i could eat words and i could drink music.
one day.

gloomy smiles.

days like today make me smile.
the way the sky looks, as mean
as the black sea but with no rain
to come. the temperature is just
right. crisp. the smell, brings me back
to a certain hike and a certain
person. days like today make
me smile. i can't explain
the madness that runs through
these veins. i can't explain
why i enjoy the dark, gloomy
days. just know today i smiled.
my teeth were showing. and i wish
for the rest of the week to be gloomy.

warrior of the cage
i feel like a slave
stuck in my cage.
all i'm doing is
searching. high
and low. all i'm
doing is searching.
searching for the
right me and
searching
for the
right
you.

cocaine looking face.
nose jobs, blow jobs. no job.
mandi is her name, and this
is her game. she doesn't have
a place she calls home. nor
does she own a car. her life
depends on sex money and
the Mexican drugs.
her baby has been taken from
her by the state and her bank
account is at a zero balance.
her eyes speak the harsh truth,
and so does her face. but don't
listen to a word she says. she
will say anything just for one
more hit. so my advice here,
is to just sit back and
observe,

 today.

Gloomy days between my toes.
Two hoop rings in my nose.
left side everything.
Dinner looks like orzo and beer.
I hope you are near. Near like the
sweater I am wearing right now.
Far like Alaska and the Florida wind.
I just met a Tim.