The night will corrode
Our smiles will erode.
It's been a long time coming down the track I s'pose.
The weather's finally warming
but I'm cold, ya know.
And I know--
the season's gonna change.
So peel back
the streetlit sky of a Sunday night.
Reveals black.
One empty gut, one clouded mind.
Got a fistful of pocket lining says I'm right.
Wrong way. Left turn. I'll be alright
without you.
I know my way home.
One talk at a time,
I finally know.
Out of words. Out of time. A frown growing slow.
The temperatures are turning,
turn my back and go
'cuz I know
that you already have.
I've always known
I would walk out alone.
Had to come out swinging for the quick K.O.
I hate the fucking heat;
you're sick of the snow.
And you know--
My reasons. Your excuse.
So peel back
the bullshit smiles of a Winter night.
Reveals black.
Your toothless mouth, this empty fight.
Got a fistful of pocket lining, walk all night.
Wrong way. Left turn. I guess I was right
about you.
I know my way home.
Without you
I know my way home.
Without you.
An online repository for the poetry of Kyle Kulseth © 2014-2018 Party Fowl Publishing
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
The Amazing Human Bouey
Rushing.
Crashing.
Ocean fills my ears.
I'm stranded out here bobbin' with these others
after way too many beers.
Our ship started sinking
after parted ways and too much thinking.
We're all way too salty now
and all too soaked to swim to safety.
I've got
a notion, friend, to lay some blame
drop a few names, retreat again...
You are
a battleship, your big guns blaze
afloat on rage, bristling ardor.
I'll calm you down, so dry me out
or sink me now. We've spent enough
on life.
Coughing.
Laughing.
Protests fill our ears.
It's frigid out here. Walking off these shudders
past the closing bars and jeers.
Boarded. Started singing
all our anthem cries from here to Longstaff.
"Land, Ho!" we cry sarcastically.
We're still too soaked to swim to safety.
We've got
some way to walk, cover some ground.
pass a few blocks, we're lost & found.
The night
had shrunken down, contracted fast.
dark purple sky is bristling hoarfrost.
We've warmed us up, so pull me out
or sink me now. We've spent enough
on life.
Crashing.
Ocean fills my ears.
I'm stranded out here bobbin' with these others
after way too many beers.
Our ship started sinking
after parted ways and too much thinking.
We're all way too salty now
and all too soaked to swim to safety.
I've got
a notion, friend, to lay some blame
drop a few names, retreat again...
You are
a battleship, your big guns blaze
afloat on rage, bristling ardor.
I'll calm you down, so dry me out
or sink me now. We've spent enough
on life.
Coughing.
Laughing.
Protests fill our ears.
It's frigid out here. Walking off these shudders
past the closing bars and jeers.
Boarded. Started singing
all our anthem cries from here to Longstaff.
"Land, Ho!" we cry sarcastically.
We're still too soaked to swim to safety.
We've got
some way to walk, cover some ground.
pass a few blocks, we're lost & found.
The night
had shrunken down, contracted fast.
dark purple sky is bristling hoarfrost.
We've warmed us up, so pull me out
or sink me now. We've spent enough
on life.
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