Broke ass nerd

I can’t afford fine art
But I can steal magazines
Tear out pages from books
Cover my walls in replicas and over looked works of art
Create my own museum.

Chrimmis

Midnight air
Flowing with the scent of pine.
A rapid language,
You can’t quite place.
Selling pagan symbols,
On Essex street.
Living in a minivan,
Through the holiday season.
Ice in sidewalk cracks
A dirt crystal dusting
Drinking ginger bread lattes
Clutching paper bags filled with bright tissue paper
Quickly clacking boots
Stutter on the street
Above hangs a mesh wire heaven
Of bright light bulbs
And flickering tinsel
Snow flakes and seasons pc greetings.

Teen Wolves

With such ferocity she screams
Unable to keep quiet
Her rage boils up her throat
Spewing hot words onto the crowd
Just you try to judge me
I am untouchable

I could look forever

He’s got eyes that don’t stop
I could look forever
Feeling out every layer of color
Understanding the dilation of his pupils
Breathing in the veins interlacing his sclera
Swimming through his lenses
Reaching out to his cornea
Tickling his tear ducts
Fingering his long lashes
Living in the reflection of his eyes

Suffering Yet

I have yet to know true suffering
I have known sadness
I have seen despair
But I have not suffered
I have not walked barefoot and blind
I have not known an empty table before me
I have not felt the crashing waves of starvation
I have not seen the pride in my child’s eyes die
I have not known true pity
I have not seen true charity
I have not smelled fear

Coffee and cocoa
Waiting by the fire
After a romp
Through the freshly
Fallen snow
Piled up like pillows
Wet and pink cheeked
We fall inside
Huffing and exhausted
From the frolic
Slipping back into soft clothes
Sitting mesmerized by cartoon classics
Childhood smiles adorn our faces