“OUTSIDE” by Stephen John Kalinich

 

 

Foto by L. K. Thayer

life is fucked some times
when you ain’t got a dime
when nothing
seems to rhyme
when you hang with the slime
what do you feel
what do you expect?
When you are a wreck
don’t have a clue
about you or anyone else
you’re a drudge
curmudge

on

a dirt filled
obsession
you’re a mess
and you are
not in confession.
you jerk off
on Smirnoff
coming down with a cough
friends in rehab
lucky
you still have a life
with out a family
a handful of friends
does it get any better
is this how it ends?
Why pretend
no one ascends
its earth
for us all
because
sooner or later
were all gonna fall
on the street
incomplete
at the mall
the silence
is deadly
it cuts through your soul
there is no one to blame
you dug your own hole
stop being a baby
blaming everyone else
as if you are helpless
like your somebody else
take responsibility
for your life
put an end to sedition
and strife be ripe be prepared
I know you are  scared
so am I
we all die
a little piece
of me dies everyday
that is truth
what more can I say.
that how it is
need I express more 

my spirt is flat
I crawl on the floor
Its an uproar
a catastrophe
why is it
all about me?
Am I that blind
I don’t see
the answers
all around
in  every experience
each minute
life is going fast
I am not in it
I am not going to last
and I am not in it.
I am outside
along for the ride
I want to jump in
but do not know how.
I do not exist
I am not in the now
Outside

along for the ride.

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