stagnant staggering

too much imbibed
too little to hold
i've come to rely
on the imminent fold
forget the pain
end my want
you wax and wane
while i try to flaunt
i strut and pose
while you sigh and dip
i'm stuck in repose
while i beg for lip
lick your wounds
(i'll tend to mine)
switching moods
come, drop a line
let's get lost
in    e c s t a s y
come be the boss
of what's left of me

self-warming

work is better than home
so we work ourselves to the bone
and when we don't we're eaten alive
desperate and starving for creative vibes

we eat and shit and sleep and play
we cry and flirt and sigh and stay
even as we wind down for sleep
we can't stay focused on plans to keep

play some music to fill the void
to stop the buzzing and kill the noise
hearts so tender and lips so moist
how could you ever make the choice?

to step forward and formally ask for love
when you're too busy cuddling and won't look above
you can't get something from nothing
you always like who you can't have
tone it down a notch, bub
or you're
gonna
get
canned

hallway

i lie to make you feel better
i like to let you pretend
i'm probably a bed wetter
here, in the bitter end.
the fall from grace
the opening of eyes
i'm become such a disgrace
though i pretend i'm wise.

i don't comprehend
all the feelings she has
so i try to ask questions
so she can realize
the world isn't out to kill her
it's not just some nefarious plot
i'm no longer sure just who i am
while we both just sit here and rot
wasting our time, feeding into the hype
never truly seeing what's wrong and right
her stance remains, her mind made up:
she'll always chase her sorrows to the bottom of the cup

clouds

titillating turbulence
regrettable renaissance
fashionable fallacies
taxing tendencies
broken bastards
charming christians
lopsided liquor
waylaid wicker
tried tavels
united unravel
sarcastic sorries
written worries

debates

i know that i'm not inspired by who's sitting here
it's like she's always stuck in second gear
feel the rhythm, feel the rhyme
cool runnings to pass the time
rich to the core, millions to blow
j.k. rowling giving her money
trump fucking trapped, flies to honey

he's a piece of shit, don't elect
his racist ass, faking dialect
yeah he hates blacks but pretends he don't
y'all might believe him but i fuckin' won't

clinton ain't better, don't you dare believe
that she's got your back, she's got shit up her sleeve

they're all in pockets, rolling in the bank
gay marriage came first, next is dank
but it's all a fucking scheme, it's all a ruse
they'll destroy us all, leave us with abuse

i can't fuckin stand it, don't wanna vote
the lesser of two evils? i'd rather get on a boat