Melancholic, reminiscence
Bubbling on the rocks
Drink it in one swoop
Velvet heat down my throat
I’m no alcoholic
This is purely medicinal
Robbie Williams sings through the speakers
“I love my life, I am powerful, I am free”
Another swig
To swallow the bitter aftertaste
From the lack of ability
To agree.
Author: Matt
Beasts in monkey clothing
eenBeasts in monkey clothing
Midnight junkies randy
With electric thinking
Decapitated from reality
But dressed so well
In their monkey suits
Trying to be better than the animals
In their aimless pursuits
Forgetting we’re animals too
I’ve committed a pet peeve of mine. I’ve referred to us humans as monkeys! I have committed this atrocity in the name of poetry because I had writer’s block and this is what came out, and I’m not willing to edit it when I’ve been creatively constipated.
Why is this a pet peeve of mine? Well, because humans are APES. And my pet peeve is people thinking monkeys and apes are the same thing!
Fun fact:
Excluding a few species of monkey and possibly some apes who diverge from the general rule, the way to tell the difference between a monkey and an ape is to look for a tail. Monkeys generally have tails, apes generally don’t have tails. Humans aren’t monkeys, you are a species of ‘great ape.’
battle
I want to be like my granddad
not this on edge battle
constantly within
I want to be one of those men
who is calm and collected
even through adversity
but my brain works out of sync
with my wishes
and instead I’m constantly
wound to the highest of settings
looking over my shoulder
always expecting the worse
and making myself grieve
before any news has even been heard
I put myself through the ringer
always churning out anxious messes
I think I might just have enough of this
fucked up shit in my mind
that had I been born in a different time
i’d have been institutionalised
and sometimes I think maybe
it’d be easier
in a straitjacket
to save myself from this responsibility
of being a fully fledged human
i’ve got these contradicting sides
of me, arguing.
one side says I want to be a self sufficient man
but that despite that want, I don’t think that I can
and another side of me wants to run away
or maybe just induce myself into a coma
and never wake
No place here
I
feel my lack of place
In this world
Expanding with every breath
Dead end
The lights keep me company
Reminding me of eternal darkness
Inside
Indicating to turn left
A dead end street
Those minor notes
Ring in harmony
With the static, on my mind
Dressed half smart
I like to look alright
On the night
Quite spiffy, if ya don’t mind
I’m dressed to kill
At least from the waist up
Don’t look down
Things ain’t too shabby
In that part of town
So just look at me shirt pocket
With pens straticgicaly placed
With clip on the outside
It makes me look all business or doctor like
These button downs change the mind!
Now I’m nothing if not punctual
Ya might not even notice I’m dysfunctional
sexy stranger
Music follows you
Like a draft
The light filters through
The blind slats
And your footsteps
Are inching closer
Discreet, purposeful
Your silhouette the first thing
Through the blurred screen
And that’s it all it takes
To make me ready and keen
Smart lazy sod
No need to tie that bow
You’re not going to a wedding
Just a shitty party down the road
Don’t take that comb
Through your hair
Trying To hide your peaks widow
You’re not the gentleman that, that image represents
But you already know
You’re just a lazy sod
Dressed in a smart man’s clothes.
M’lady
M’lady allow me to open the door
There ya go, now don’t bend down too low!
That’s right, lift your skirt so you can sit
Smile through the window
Grit your teeth through the shit
M’lady may I kiss your hand
And call you princess?
Who am I kidding, who am I trying to impress!
Get your knickers off and let me unravel that dress!
Fuck knows
Too many questions I’ve asked
Has come the answer, “Fuck knows.”
So today I am on bended knee
At the temple of fuck
Hoping I can get some
Of that knowledge
Because Fuck knows everything &
I can see how fuck made everything
So many things begin
With seed or nut
And that is surely down to fuck?
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