You wouldn’t know
It’ll be okay,
She murmurs, sighs, but
Takes a hit, disappearing.
Life is manageable this way.
The days are blended
Night the only time
For freedom, for dream-catching.
It’ll be okay.
The ugliness of unspoken words,
warm bodies too close. Needy,
Fumbling hands and loose bills,
Life is manageable this way.
Grimy, neon-lights to a
24-hour diner. Coffee, bland,
She can’t taste anyway but
It’ll be okay.
Haggard eyes, chapped lips,
One more John tonight
and she’ll be set till tomorrow,
Life is manageable this way.
Also your poem is so sad
Ah it fuckin lost the white spaces
Sometimes
Sometimes I forget the sun
Sometimes I forget it will shine
Sometimes I forget your birthday
and my birthday
and where I left my keys
and to stop drinking
and that this was my last pack
of cigarettes.
Sometimes you forget I care
Sometimes you forget how much words mean
Sometimes you forget to put on your socks
and your pants
and your glasses
and the ring I gave you
under that magnolia tree in the city of oaks.
Sometimes we’re tight, man
tighter than that althele’s sweaty old gym socks when we see him walking between classes on his daily grind, and
Sometimes we’re distant
like the croaking of the toads when we say they’re having a good time.
Sometimes we love and sometimes we hate,
but we know that we’ll always be there for each other,
sometimes.