into oblivion

 
write out the pain

press down hard
enough they will
at first believe it
is a suicide note

alas, just a plea
for love

for our better angels
to find the time to
give a shit again

not some childlike 
belief of peace and
tranquility

we are better than
ourselves

whatever fucking
we you happen to
be thinking of

raise your glass
and dance naked
in the rain

there is nothing
on the other side

all those bright
lights are a cold
destiny into
oblivion

the urgency of
now has never
been greater
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rhetorical in nature

 
it feels like torture at times

finding the right words
to explain or describe
blah blah blah

i remember when the
words would flow like
wine

a soft liquor on the
shoulder of a beautiful
woman clearly lost in
all those clouds

now, she's just a crazy
bitch with a knife telling
me to dance for her
enjoyment

a cousin once asked
me why i chose to
be a poet

i told her every blank
page is another chance
to cheat death

is that why no one
makes any money
until after they die?