life is crying because
death visited us again
but we're all dying ya know
some a little more elegantly
than others, fools gold
and i'm wishing on beer cans
now. let's light it all on fire
and see what's left. i've found
nothing but we all know i'm
not very optimistic.

and she's traveling new degrees
and falling further and further
from the heart of it all.
but we're always here glistening
like used rubbers, always here
in case she ever feels the need
to fall back down.

and he's fighting little boy wars
but has left my battle zone
little soldier will wake one day
to find the glory really isn't
his own but kisses are wet like
raindrops and sweet to touch
so perhaps there will be something
left when he decides to come back
around. when he decides sometimes
it's easier to fall back down.

and there i go rhyming again
accidently
tripping on lives and loves
and friends come and gone like
seasons and words that fall
carelessly to match that of another.
rhyming again and god bless it,
i never meant to do that but
funny how it works out.
these words.

& this is crazy and strange
and tears don't help so there's no
use in crying. dying for those
who have it together closer
than i could ever get.
once upon a time, someone said
don't touch and i didn't and i
haven't all along and now this
is cheap and words are tricking
me into thinking they're something
worth saying, cheap whores selling
themselves to my beer-driven fingers
but i like the company.

and unfortunately, i will still
be here after the beer runs out
and i'm all dried up of any kind
of compassion for anything other
than what i've lost. what i've
loved and mostly for what i couldn't
swallow of that last beer
whose remains will drown in the
kitchen sink.

this is how it is when there is no
more falling down,
when you've already fallen about
as far as you can go.

12/31/2002

Posted on 01/01/2003
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