The Hoboman

"I can't save you."

I am an inspired writer. I love my wifes leftovers for breakfast. I wish to transmute emotion into words.

I wake up late only to sleep early. I watch the news only to become opinionated. I feed my cats at hourly intervals so they dont eat each other.

I read, I study, I learn. I yearn, I wish, I want. I love, I live, I breathe shallow breathes and I snore.

I like fruit in the morning and water. I think CBD is great but maybe it isnt real. I think cats are geniuses on four legs.

I think my son is discovering who he is as a person. His naivety dissipitating in an acid bath of realization.

I want to give my mother my knees. I want the sun to never go down on beautiful scenary. I like to stare and think. My mind is a tragic beauty of thoughts and images. I enjoy the ride.

I have a belly full of rice and meat. I hate meat but it taste good. I can taste the death on my tongue.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have a genius on four legs....and she liked this poem like i did...
funny how we absorb things we hate that taste so good....or sing a song all day to ourselves that if the record was in front of us, we would smash it to bits and pieces.
i really like "an acid bath of realization"---
we have to feed our muse as well, or she will eat us.
j.

[WritersBlock]

Thank you.