31

Number 31 of The Knockouts

Monday walkers are afraid of those who look hungry
There is no need in their eyes
Pity must be saved
And wet s**t on the ride of bikers
Pedaling hard over concrete
A crack in the pavement may be six feet deep
And keep their heads above water because even the best lovers drown
I don’t know if I ought to
Get out of this town
Greener fields
F**k my past life
Might not make it through the month
I’m getting gas lit
Oversight and strict attention to the words
Footwork is foolhardy
Showing up in person is absurd
Day shift son of b***h may as well be herb
Sprinkled all over beef to be devoured in a turn
I’m not even tired and I could never retire from my game
Invisible monsters
I am the only one to blame
Bad thoughts outweighing good deeds
Maybe resume a mile long but not enough rope to breath
Wrap it around my neck twice and cut my wrist up to the sleeves
Put a bullet in my head for good measure
Fall like dying leaves
Stuck in limbo
Heaven must be a waiting room
Righteous resignation
I will die soon
And every minute spent just seems like more time wasted
Hate looking in the mirror all I see is complacent
Silence staring back at me
The mantra be patient
Sirens when I close my eyes
Change of scenery
And breathless
And digest the broken glass and bow down and kiss a*s and swallow dirt and just laugh