Monday, March 25, 2013

I've Already Won

come on and try to kill me,
but I know you really can't.
I know what will be my cause,
what fate held in what hand.

come on and try to best me,
I'll not get in the way.
you can try with everything you've got--
I will not die this day.

come on: dare to face me!
maybe you can throw me in the dirt.
maybe you can pin me,
maybe you can spin me,
maybe you can make me hurt.

but the one thing you cannot do
is try to break my plan.
one day I'll die,
and when I do...
it will be by my hand.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

The Little Writer That Couldn't

Before I am 18
I want to finish a novel,
have published a poem
in a book in a bookstore.

Damn.

Before I am 21,
I want to make progress on my novel,
have published a poem
on a brand art blog.

Damn.

Before I am 25,
I want to have
something published
in someone else's collection.

Damn.

Before I am 26 27
I want to finish my novel.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Fraud

I've got no marketable skills,
'cept for holding a place
for someone better to come and fill,
someone who can run this race.

I've got nothing real to build on,
and no-where real to go.
no platform to try to reach the sun,
no tools to make it so.

I've got no faith to reach with,
no deity to reach for.
I'm just a lonely man upon a cliff
pretending he could be more.

Crime of Recognition

you say you've got nothing
that I can take from you,
but you forget I'm no Howard Roark:
your presence is something too.

I can steal the weight
of your eyes falling on me.
where to may others just look through,
and nothing do they see.

you say you've got nothing,
nothing of value to me.
but you forget who I am:
I'm Peter Fucking Keating.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Untitled

I can feel my lungs flooding with sound,
my heart acclimitizes to the beat;
people slowly filling up all round.
from here I can see everything

nobody knows my name,
nobody knows my face,
what they see is my hat,
delightfully out of place.

Friday, March 8, 2013

This Moment

consider the spinning of the earth,
and the passing of each wave.
there's little enough time for now,
let alone look back and say

it's what I've done
and where I've been,
my fortune doesn't change.
we're kings and pawns,
all said and done;
we're moving to a new age.

I've got no choice in the matter,
I'd rather sit here and wait.
but if I let myself crumble,
watch myself stumble...
I'll never get to meet my fate.

sit here a moment longer,
draw this minute out.
once it's gone, it's gone for good,
and never again come about.

I've been who I've been,
made all that din,
and wished I could take it all back.
I slipped and I fell,
and cried for a spell,
but now I'm standing, looking down the track.

soon, I'll move on,
feel the water and the sun,
but for now, the tides still abate.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Youth

lie back and let it linger,
capture the moments that pass by.
watch and wait for that spark
before it flees on the sly.