a flaw
no matter
how small
is enough
to make
my skin crawl
so i
find myself
stressed
under duress
my mind
churns out
more thoughts
than i can
possibly
digest
and no matter
how hard i try
to shake it
I still feel useless

fetal position
quiver and try
to make sense
but it’s hard to
when everything
comes up fictitious
lies now surmount
the ones that
were dispelled previous
and the empty
hollow shell
grows more obvious
its not a moment
captured
but a prison cell
that never releases
its captives

if history has
taught me one thing
its that i never
learn anything

who wants to
be reminded of
everything they ever
did wrong
happy birthday
who wants to kick in
the teeth of
the one who’s smiling
happy birthday

33 years
to the day
what a way to say
happy birthday

last year
no presents
just a kiss
this year is
a reminder
nothing good
ever happened on this day
happy birthday

take a deep breath now
and blow the candles out
make a wish,
make sure
you have something
left to long for…
happy birthday.

if it makes you
feel good
if it makes you
remember
if it makes you…
make it
happen

yeah i got a guitar
and i learned a few chords
and now that i’m
strumming along
i thought i might
write you this song
although i’ll change
not me but the names
to protect my
my best intentions
but when you hear
this ballad
you’ll know
your soul will ache
as the sound fills your bones
your skin will chill
with each inflected tone

and before a chorus
i’ll belt out a few
whoa. oh. oh’s….

brown eyed girl
i broke our promise
and your not
the forgiving kind
not matter what I do
i’ll always be set
to rewind
as you play the tapes
to remind
that promise broke
on a sacred oath
isn’t something
you’ll let go

and the thing is
you may hear this song
but it wont matter much
cause you’ll already be gone
and i’ll wonder
i always do
like a poet
stuck riding public transit
using the back
of the seat as a canvas
pondering if the one
he pines for
ever reads
his scores

and a soulful wale
followed by something
inaudible