Skip it

sitting alone

eating a calzone

my pen caps loose

ready to spill the juice

a black can in my hand

no blood lost

it's just pizza sauce

its personal

deep dish

on some deep ish

like the Smith kids

working on my issues

when the tears fall

I'm passing out the tissue

never sad because

I love the blues

pain is my muse

never tie my shoes

can't find my poetry

feeling like an ax stuck

in a forest tree

stop thief

somebody call the police

no cancel that order

they might come and

shoot me

blow me to smithereens

like loose meat

paralyzed can't feel my feet

freedom is a dream

to those who are sleep

there is no shepherd

for the black sheep

knee deep in black ink

my journal is filled

like a rap sheet

you'll feel a shock

if you touch me

smoking keys

heat on my knees

It’s not an addiction

It’s a disease

non contagious

unlike the flu

I'm speaking with a lisp

my bridge is loose

still fighting

no truce

It’s hard to chew