I'd give it up if I could

As evidenced by your insurrection--

Unscrupulous practices against unfair odds

Tempestuous emotions and turgid hunger

I hereby recall you from active duty!

At once I said. At once!

Oh no? All the fancy words

And my own perceived cleverness

And you still won't leave your high horse.

Fine but I'll continue to find a way to live

While I cut you out:

My dear heart.

ambivelant beggar

There's something so becomes us when our attachments either away

The most turgid windbag becomes Don Juan when he just shuts the heck up for a bit and disappears 

How like man to live his greatest triumph in evanescence!

Slowly fading away to the point that someone recognizes his absence like a discontinued taco and shouts, "remember how cool he was?"

And suddenly he's cool like the brooding teenage nightmare who's dreamy in all his vapid dangers.

Who recognizes his dreams deferred? Langston Hughes?

Does he swell like a boiling pot of water bubble and burst again and again in so many fractions of a second?

How does the hollow man truly end of no whimper comes out?

What does the bard sing when he forgets his song?

What does the paladin swing at when the monsters are beating him by simply living better lives?

Does that make him the monster for only knowing how to swing a sword?

No. I detest the self pity and woe that one such creature might have for himself

But if it's not too much trouble, spare a hand?

last request

Put me flowers on my grave.

Buy cheep, I won't know-

You might as well save.

Dear Jack

Dear Jack I hate you

I hate you and everything you stand for:

For racism, for self-righteousnes, for toxic masculinity-

For grudges and times when we didn't see entirely differently.

I wish I could take the compliment out of my sons name

I wish I could wipe you from existence

As well as ever meeting you from my brain

But most of all-

I wish that you did not represent such a large portion of people-

Who see like you and spread hate

Like so much senseless evil 

And then claim God will save them after they're asses under a steeple.

stream of consciousness on a dark country road at night

In the darkness they come

LED one by one like fairy tail evil marched from its cell

As they pass by they make you feel as if you'd fly

And wink and wish you well.

We lock them in our closet behind our dreaded memories

Are shams and fears but close of day

When we all have had but a wink to little

An emotion too many

They March in and way leads on to way.

The dreaded realities they make

Our greatest nightmares The Shadow

And when we hold the mirror up

We recognize I know them so well