Outro

The greatest burden left undone:
To seal two things into one,
To split up one thing into two,
To realize what's I and you

Exit, Lighting a Cigarette

Cigarettes are bad
Cuz they make me cough
Days after I smoke them.
They make my clothes smell
And take up all my money.
They make my sugar honey
Not wanna be near me for the smell.

Devil be damned
Fie ever quit my cigarettes.
Cigarettes is all I got
When my health keeps me indoors,
When I lose my shirt,
When I got no money,
When my sugar honey
Leaves me for a man who lights a
Cigarette After,
While she curls up on his arm.

Cigarettes ain't no god-damn harm

Intro

Hint of whiskey
Shot of gin,
Taste of vodka
From the rim,
Pounding Natty,
Everclear,
Wine from boxes
Cheapest beer.
Head in a bucket of jungle juice,
Hand on the fabric of her caboose,
Shifting figures
Shifting lights,
Not understanding the purpose of night
We hoist the stein and press the day
Beyond what dad would deem ok,
Fraternité, fraternité!
We hoist the stein, forget the day,
Raise our voices for a song,
Chill and hit the blessèd bong.
Shot of whiskey
Pull of gin,
Shotgun 2 beers,
Let's begin.

You First

If I wrote a poem down
On this brown page I bought
From the university bookstore,
Could it live as more
Than the voice in my head that
Sounds like Frost and Frank O'Hara?

As a lover I am less
Than I think I think,
Having loved so much so much
And given so little back to myself.
Even
As I write these concatenated verses
I can't help but feel I've
Left something out.

Did I mention I'm right-handed?
I like baseball though I can't
throw worth a goddam or hit
or run too well really.
I like pondering too,
And yoga at night by myself.

Is that enough for us to start a love?
Oh that's right,
I suppose it proper to hear about
You first.

Glimmers

In the dirt or the dark sky
Twinge slightest dazzles before
An unattentive eye. Do you see?
Glimmers? Glimmers are illusions too,
The coalescence of this angle,
This lighting, happenstance to be just there
To catch a glimmer of something
That doesn't shine a lot. Stars, which
Will beam a million years before
We see their light, twinkle the glint
Of something beyond themselves. A splint
That sets the course of astronauts
And sets their looks above.
Where does the glimmer begin?
Why not love?

Shakespeare Died c. 1610

The ideas we toss around
Aren't worth retelling.
The woman who's speaking now
Wants only a good grade
So her tongue keeps a-flappin'.
I don't know why I come to class at all.
I usually can't even write poetry
Because--that, monotone. Rails on,
Spitting from a goatee or lipstick lips.
I pay no attention to the emptiness behind the curtain,
As a white page runs black with ink running
From ignoramacy. Why can't we admit
We're not here to learn, we're here to spit
Game, get drunk, high, get blown?
That one night can offer such youth
To waste, I am no spendthrift.
I'll be at bars tonight
With a beer and a posse of girls,
Then in some darkroom with a flaming bongo,
Extinguishing bonfires in my gut.
That's raging. Curing a hangover with a shot'n'a six pack.
Waking up and reminding your friends they were drunk idiots 10 hours
before.
And then you realize some faggot paper's due.

What's Obvious?

As soon as that what's "obvious" is stated,
My thirst for hearing more from him is sated.