Posted in Poems

Memory Loss

There’s a real slavery vibe, you know?
They say that you don’t remember
Christians as a minority.

I can’t help it, OK?!
They’re talking about missing people. . .
Timothy. Timothy!
It’s just a stupid black line,
It’s like she doesn’t even care if we fail.

I guess you’re right.


Posted in Poems

Something Bigger

she’s never been pregnant.

It was the first time I tried it.

Why are we even doing it?
I’m working towards something bigger.

Ya can’t get’em started young enough;
fucking beer garden all night, man.