Category Archives: Poems

The Cure

You down the drink.
You smoke the cigarette.
You have another bite.
You change the song.

You wait. This isn’t working.

You down the drink.
You smoke the cigarette.
You have another bite.
You change the song.

You wait. This isn’t working.

You gulp the drink.
You burn the cigarette.
You stuff your face.
You press next.

You wait. This isn’t working.

You drink.
You smoke.
You eat.
You listen.

This isn’t working. You don’t wait.

Drink.
Smoke.
Eat.
Music.

Drink, Smoke, Eat, Music.

Glug, Puff, Gulp, Click.
Glug, Puff, Gulp.
Glug, Puff, Glug, Puff.
Glug, glug, glug, glug.
Glug.
Glug.
Glu…
Gl…
G…

The Emotional Terrorist

She’ll tell him once more,

As she’s told him before,

That’s she’s tried to forgive,

But that her heart will not give,

And so with his finger he’ll point,

And with his voice he’ll blame,

“You’re an emotional terrorist, you’re a whore!”

And, maybe she is – a terrorist and a whore, that is.

But she’d rather be that,

than a father with no shame.