maybe i don't wanna sleep

they promised me ponies working some stuff out

i tell myself it's the noise from upstairs

that keeps me up,

but who am i to lie

to a few faithful listeners

who don't really want all the details.

they're just here to hear someone scream,

so their own madness seems a little more sane.

when all you have to look forward to

is a cigarette you may not smoke,

it's time to start reevaluating the whole situation,

and the piper will have to be paid

in buckets of blood this time around.

just one game of pool, that's all i wanted.

what would i give for a quick game of 9-ball

in an abandoned hall

that served more faithfully the function of a schoolhouse

than any other building i've since entered.

when the entire world's crazy,

i can only fake sanity for so long;

eventually, the sun melts all the wax

from my half-assed wings,

and f**k if it ain't square one all over again.

the years pull back the layers of skin

until there's only a fine line

as thick as the page of a gilded edge Bible

to stand up to the prods and pokes

of boney fingers and rusty nails.

i would have taken her to Vegas

god d****t, i f*****g would have!!

i guess it doesn't matter now.

that ship's done sailed to Paris,

leaving my sorry a*s on the dock.

"it's like someone invites you to a party

and you don't show up.

it doesn't really matter."

it's the coldest hour now,

and i know there's no warm hand

or comforting smile

awaiting me ever again.

there's a frustration

in knowing exactly what to say

seven years too late.

if only i'd spent less time

feeling sorry for myself

and just gone all out

balls to the wall

with big f*****g guns blazing,

then maybe this hole wouldn't be quite so deep,

and the ice might crack now and then.

you think a hug and a handshake

can make up for it all,

fools, there's no going back

once the blood's hit the floor.

they'll mop it up as best they can,

yet the knowledge the stain's already set in

is the only thing that still wrings a smile

on that ugly mug of yours.

Reviews

[Honeypot]

Wow, this is like riding a really fast roller coaster. I didn't know where it was going and it was so fast. The poem was full of emotion. There was anger, regret, loneliness etc. I think it was really good. It has a kind of urban style to it.