It’s been a while since I posted to my tumblr.  After many cycles of menstruation (women’s, not mine) I decided to post my second poem of National Poetry Month on to this hear non-revolutionary platform.

What to do?

Well?  I’m unwell

Abandoned for something new

something fresh

something so cutting edge that you could kill yourself without feeling the pain

But who gets the assist?

All these people who helped you surely didn’t have this in mind

What to do?

There’s too many rappers

People wound up in wanting to be hearded

Never present enough to catch the beat

Dreaming about the spotlight at lunchtime

While we trying to eat

What to do?

Al these phony breathers

If one more person tries to inhale

I swear I will swear

Until there is no more clean air

What to do?

We need more doctors and lawyers

because it doesn’t matter if the person performing triple bypass passes by passion and goes straight to collect 200,000 dollars

Who cares if the environmental attorney cares about the air?

as long as they do the politically correct thing, they don’t have to know

What to do…

I’m fatigued by all the leagues

so instead of my son doing what he loves

I’d rather find him drowned in his own pool of blood

During the daylight my daughter is a money loner

but I have yet to find out she’s a first string stoner

What to do?

In a trench of tumultuous talk

The murkiness of logs disintegrating

All of these writers trying to put words to the silent sounds

pulsating

from their hearts to their fingers

When I raise my hand will anyone here?

Me

sportsslang:

jock sniff·er - [‘snɪf-әr] - n. 1. a person who associates with and acquiesces to an athlete for the sake of improving ones social status; 2. a person who closely monitors the on and off field life of athletes for lack of something better to do;

At first, I thought that a jock sniffer was someone who obsesses over sports without regard to whether or not they participate in said sport.  But now we all know the truth *sniffs own jock*.