| Reflections on Pissin Blood
by
J.D. Hallmark
It’s funny
how life cycles
Round and Round
Hurt
Contentedness
Hurt
And so on
Lately
I’m alone
more and more
You always knew
that was my
biggest fear
I try to maintain
Life
as I knew it
But it’s different
Cold
Clammy
Corpse like
So I sat up
another green light
A makeshift
Inspiration Room
But no inspiration comes
Seems contrived
Phony
And I take out
those Beat books
and read’em often
hoping to spark a fire
Burn myself up
But the embers
are cooling
So I crack jokes
Do a routine
Entertain
Search for satisfaction
as a clown
And I think
how you are gone
And you are gone
And you and you
And the ones of us that
are left aren’t the same
Because things are sane
Sanity never looked well
on us
So I pour a drink
Drink alone
Smoke alone
Read lame poems
alone
And it scares me
Will I die alone
The signs are starting
to show
Blood flows
And its terrifying
And they tell me
I look old
for my age
So I laugh
Say I’d have it
no other way
But that’s a lie
You always knew
it so
But you gotta
roll with the punches
Time heals all
What shitty cliches
So have a drink
A little self defense
in liquid form
Smoke’m if you got’em
And I’ll end
this fuckin
poem
|
Poet
J.D. Hallmark resides in Tennessee.