Friday, April 5, 2013

A Fool's Day Line in the Sand

This is my line in the sand.
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All that I can negate from self,

darted into departure
along the way,
so very long ago.

A hollow hole
chambered bellowing howls within this mask
over senselessness,

but i was born
broken... poked with
sticks by the welfare
kids in koolaide
stains on the playgrounds of tested patience and bloodstained sawdust.
Only the Seagulls
had my back. Humans: just a useless bunch of
scared-of-dying-to-death
monkeys... so disgusting as they fidget with
hideous insides,
parallel to parasites,
the motherfuckers would eat your
last slice of cheesecake,;
screw your wife in the next room,
and and and and it never ends.

There is no such
thing as friends amongst
such fee-led, feeble, evil-abled  people.

sadly,
Its the saddled horses that get
ridden. Easter miracles, a thing of the past.
Risen he isn't. April fools day, Ape-real Foosball. More
Mirror mirror stop saying the warped things in reflected mes.  The keester bunny brought us
a beautiful bounty of
more shit covered treats,
Shoveled onto the shoulders of roads like bubble gum stumbles to asphalt. Clarification comes in boiling rampages, staged exposure. Two men acting like poor children in a rich toy store. Tempers tempted and tried to the point where one of them kicks the rearview mirror off windshield and jumps from moving van to scream streams of hateful 
Curses. PTSD puts these fools on edge. Driving into the traffic of their dysfunctional relations.

They is all they have. Each other... two fathers. .. two sons without mothers.

I'm killing him softly. Everyday its a parade of put downs. Spoken splenetic spurts of shit that just hurts to hear or be near to it. So I say. Not today
Old man.
Not a boy anymore. With death this close to us both. You called me stupid, regarded as retarded since our first recalled fishing trips wherein my faggyness was backhanded when I wasn't able to hook the worms.
My self esteem has been out of reach for too long.
If I am to recover, you all must understand that I can't take the abuse I was once so used to, understand this is mu line in the sand.
I am a man.

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