Sometimes I get bored...

"Echoes"

Echoes
Forgotten words.
Laughter never heard.
Stillness where motion used to be.
Too much peace and harmony.
Unnoticed, dust gathers.
On an empty chair.
Memories in tatters.
Splatter your mind.
Life one big tear.
Lost in time.
An open door.
A broken window.
Echoes.
Of war.
Fought – lost.
You didn’t notice the cost.
I danced in the corner.
As I became a foreigner.
Wind blew up the ashes.
Of all that is past us.
And my soul sang.
Screamed out for attention.
As it cracked under the tension
And I wondered.

Will you notice when I’m gone?


"Bang"

Bang. Splat.
That’s all it takes
to leave your smear on the world
but you know what?
You still don’t mean squat.
In a generation
no one is going to remember the kid
who chose the company of a bullet
late one Friday night
because you were tired
of being alone.
Your best revenge
on all those people who ignored you
is to make them wish
they had paid attention
so they could day they were friends
with the guy who cured ...
girl who became ...
woman who ...
man who ...


"Wasted"

Girl peeing between the cars
in an almost empty parking lot
because she can’t wait
one hundred yards to the dorm

Hunched over figure
puking up
all he drank
on the side walk

Loud people
weaving back and forth
because they can’t decide
what side of the road to walk on

We buy it
by the bottle, the case, the keg
but are we
having fun yet?