Napo Napalm 4

Here are my dirty and unedited NaPoWriM0 Poems (Fourth Set) as linked from my Deviantart Journal. I always appreciate critique, so, comment away.



Sixteen.

I stare into the sun

blinking back the everything

the 30 days of sleepless dis-ease

that walked around my dance

the ampehetamine circle

that drowned the future

and it is much

too much

to forgive



the green spaces

are better than

nothing





Seventeen.

Good morning to the portions

of the world that still

believe



Here's to real love



Finding yourselves

Not worrying



Here's to having better sex

than the rest of the population



Here's to self-discovery so that we can have

real discovery





Eighteen.

i must be addicted

to kissing in the rain



Help Wanted:

do you like to kiss in the rain?

but, no

that never works



i find better opportunities

through waiting



modern-day Siddhartha

i can wait, think, and fast



what else is necessary?



i find myself believing in hope

i find myself refuting hope

both with words



this experience is unsayable

any words are empty



take something with you that is real





Nineteen.

While we play our soldiers off

as superheros

i watch the crushed-out butts

of the prom queen and the

football captain

take their hangovers to the bank

and the salon



the economy is wrecked

the plundering continues

there's no one left to punish

but ourselves



while karma bay be another lie

like a literal hell

there is a cyclic nature

to every beginning and end



i want to push further down

I'm done playing Sisyphus

this rock is to heavy and pointless

I'm giving it up

going to be free





Twenty.

i'm tired of waking up to cat piss

and bleeding eyes

Wednesday morning hangovers

from yesterday's near-death experience



she is at my left and the cat is curled

in the crook of my arm

to my right

i stretch a little

the cat makes a protest

and scampers out for water



im 15 minutes late for work

and i need a shower

i call in for an argument of excuses

turn on the hot water

i get the bottle of jaeger out of the medicine

cabinet

have a few swallows

within minutes the fog has cleared

i feel real and human again

i scrub vigorously



she's awake now

while i'm pulling on my pants

talking in her squeaky slur

those blue eyes look at me terrified

i love you, she says



i take my keys out of the golden bowl

next to the marijuana

and leave

without repeating such an obvious lie