A comped meal

We know all the monsters by name
we know all the things they’ve taken
we know the blood upon their hands
and the flesh between their teeth
we know how the monsters hunt
and we know just where they sleep
we know what all they want is
we know what makes them tick
we break down all the reasons
we won’t jump on it
we know all the monsters
we know them all by name
and when they kill again
we will remember today
that everybody knew
that bastard meant to kill
but when we leave the funeral
we excuse the bill.

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In the evening

Stillness in the air tonight
deeper in the dark moonlight
ever something left to breathe
the lungs that capture dust and
weeds-
brittle blades that cut as glass
turn the wrist and lips to brass
drink enough but never dine
drink that deeper kind of wine

Found her

I find her falling
falling down
right down
the hole
find her falling
and she does
not stop the floor
she breaks right
through it
falls and falls
falling down
I find her screaming
screaming in joy
to be let out
out of this falling
falling down
right down
and down
I find her crawling
crawling out
the fall she found

Teach billionaires their place

Billionaires like Elon Musk
save the day and create some stuff,
make the world a better place-
like Kylie Jenner and the Kardashian state.
They’ve saved skid row,
they’ve fed the hungry,
they gave money just for fun, see-
they have so much to give
like to Flint Michigan.
Don’t tear billionaires down
like Elon Musk-
he’s a self made man, a certified genius,
he makes jobs and distributes wealth,
though in actuality he does nothing
most of those jobs a consequence of existing
but he still has the balls to ask the poor
are we listening.
What have you done?
I’ve saved literal lives, but I’m not a billionaire
I’m just alive-
don’t blame the billionaires for lack of success
just remember when our wealthy
created orphanages.

What we’ll offer

Bringing out flash fiction
more regularly to be given
soon you’ll be invited
to enter worlds
that we envision
enter into doors
with characters diverse-galore
bringing out more stories
for everybody wanting
regular reading updates
and the continuing of poetry
along with more confections
to sweeten all interactions.

Inside Lovato and the bad life coach

I am an artist,
an entrepreneur-
I’m creative
a fucking gift to the world.
I got ideas
and I show my tits on stage.
I feign authenticity
but make excuses out of pain.
I use my illness
and my addictions as a shield.
I use sobriety
as a theme to get a meal-
I am an artist
a philanthropist and more
I’ve got bipolar
and I wield it like a sword.
I’m not recovered
as that takes time and room to heal,
I am just a child
who doesn’t know what it means
to be real.
I’m just a celebrity,
adding titles to my name-
buying indulgences in vain,
and pretending mental illness is a game.
I am an artist
but that’s just an excuse
for being a child, for being rude
for being ill and relapsing too
I’m just too young to accept the truth,
it’s still my fault, but it’s also youth.

Tears become the smile

midnight grows so cold
these days
she thinks these words
but lips refrain
keeping shut
as eyes grow dim
the sun that shown
the devils within
midnight grows
so cold these days
nights grow endless
souls decay
everything she thinks
it stops
the clocks no longer tick
or tock

What do you mean by honesty?

Am I getting better?
Oh I sound that way it seems
if I answer hello
you interpret what it means
if I wear a smile
it says I’m not depressed
but because it makes you happier
it means I’ve never felt that stress
that if I say I’ve eaten
you take it to mean enough
so when I am a corpse
I guess you’ll say you didn’t know
because even though I told you
you never heard the words
never actually listened
or read a single verse.

Dear America

I’m sorry America
for turning my back
for being ashamed
of the gifts that I have
for mocking my freedom
and turning my eyes
from all of the privilege
you’ve given my life.
I’m sorry America
for denying my plenty
for believing the lies
and forgetting
your memory.
I’m sorry to say
I’ve been rather blind
forgetting that America
is where one can thrive
I might be poor now
but the choice is still mine
to open a business
or give dreams a try
like writing these poems
or publish a novel
I don’t need anything
but choices to follow
it might not work out
but you’ve given me
the chance
I know now I’m lucky
you’ve given me the path.
I’m sorry America
that I couldn’t see
that so many in the world
honestly wish they were me
poets that come
from lands that still stifle
artist that died
because they disagree
I can see now
I am truly free.
I’m sorry America
for being so dumb
but it’s just like America
to let youth be young.

Some burdens

I am a burden
just thought you should know
in case you’d forgotten
while I moved along
trying not to bother
while offering my help
I’m sorry that I’m down
on material wealth
I am a burden
that much is true
gave all of my gold
so you could have food
lost my means and childhood
I am a burden
a burden it’s true
have you my wings, my home
all new
now I am here
lost and alone
I’m sorry for the inconvenience
but could I use your phone?
Lost all my money
when I gave it to you
promises made
but I’m still the tool.