Jazz

My poems suck
why are you
reading this?

Every day I write
and every night
I think
about the delinquent
I am
and where this has
got me or will.

Today was average
tomorrow will be average
and then on
and the next
and then on
and so on.

My poems are shit
take this one
for example:
It's about myself
and I am uninteresting.

I will write them regardless
so don't feel pressured
or you could just lie
and tell me they
aren't
I wont argue
but I know.

Break up

This shit won't last
five years and it
still doesn't
why bother if you
think you know
the past
won't
make decisions.

It's fueled
and fueled
and
fueled
by passion.

There is a strict argument
for
common sense
invalidated
by insolence.

Victimised
by greedy eyes
and despised
because of it
I lie
to see why
I try
to see past
the crying
over
victimising.

Sink

Left/Right

Sailor

Pirates
are free
but ships are
uneasy.

I'm just sitting in the corner
facing the wall
that guy
half speed
about to take off.

Do
but be
and see
not

Wish
which way
any way
home

Blame it on the river
to it's delta
where luck fails
to prevail

Give in to the give outs

attempt
a crying
deathwish

all is well
I am told
all is well
no?
all is well

Fuck
this shit
castrate me
instead.

Gentlemen, you can't fight in here.

Who's trigger is this?

Accessing your human
rights will devoid
your life
any which way
you go now will
pull you
into strife.

Take my rifle
take my badge
and shoot me.