Messages

Just dropping off
a message that I’m
still nearby
in the form of the Time

article about cattle
being pumped with steroids and stuff

wasn’t aware
until I hit the familiarity
of the dark halls and awkward
teenage faces
how raw this is

and you caught the tear
dang-it .

and gave me a lesson
about talents being buried
and reminded me who the bad guy was

“What does God want you here for?”

walked past the math rooms
unstable emotions ruling
my feet.

thought I had a plan. where
to go from here?

(I went to the café
and wrote this crappy poem
and also peeked over my laptop
at the worker who smiled while he
made me my tea.)

Just Dance

colors flash
rumbles shake the soul
bodies elastic
beats bash
moves are fantastic
desperately trying to look cool
people mash
let's have some fun
she's beautiful
limbs are spastic
out of control
she's left for the bathroom
figures clash
whiff of perfume
she's back
no longer a dash
slowly being spun
into one
there in the black
sweat melds
position is held
compelled
to hold her tightly
make the advance
feel her breath, slightly
consumed in a trance
just dance

I'm Afraid of the Dark

What wiles will the night conceal?
Must I muster the courage to find out?
I'd rather wrap myself in my covers,
curl up and let my thoughts coalesce into dreams.
I can conquer the chimerical
but I'm bested by the unknown.

I lack the bravery to leave my bed.
A single step, and I could be stranded,
without a way to return.
Even if I try to trick it,
light a lamp and reveal its secrets,
there's still black around the next corner.

So I sleep, slowly letting the good slip by
because I'm too focused on avoiding the bad.