Yesterday’s —–

Growing,
When it should be fading back,
When it should be fading black.

The further it flees,
the shadow grows
greater,

Obscured
Blurred,
And ideal.

The memory
is faint

The feelings
as warm as a sunny winter’s day.

Broken

pieces
never make a whole,
They never fill the hole.

Missed
Faces.

Missed
Embraces.

Missed
the mark;
Cupid was drunk.

No more arrows.
and the road is long
and the people hard.

No more arrows
So keep your guard high
and don’t you dare cry-
Just let yourself die.

Deuce Double

Stones
Balls
Cajones
Nutz

Castrated by tyler durgen. Castrated by NBC.
Castrated at birth.

Beards and wood-skills Don’t make the man.

Refinement and prissiness Don’t buy sophistication.

Ignorance masked in information, This is who you are.
A bitch-ass
masquerading as a man.

Slug him in the jaw,
Throw him to the ground,
Take not one step back,
or flack,
from neither women nor priest.
Or bitch-ass

Or jerk off
Into the wind.

Balls in
Balls deep.

Are you ready
to Feel your
.
.
.
Power?

Twixt the Two

Pale and foreboding
Filled with old tales,
And tormented lovers,
And unrequited scorn.

To the east
Faint and unsure,
Yet indomitable in its coming,
A new day
Filled with potential-
For good or naught,
Something fresh
and
clean.