Heavy-eyes

Sometimes, like now times,
I can't keep my eyes awake to write
behhins rh wheel

I have't een reading or writing.
i have eebn thinin aboht wbat
it takes to be the kind of person

who cab write, or work
or teache with their eyes
close and my ches

and my body is eeting more deifintion. Alseep
again an dthtis side is more right
I dn't work outanymore

we box in your garrafge
we dance a dance of uncoousus
and awakenesss and three'guy are ther, which is ust enough for me

my life says fuck that
and I'm off to see something
free ad burn nu asleep

The Loneliness of Adulthood

Thumbing back through the poems of
the past, I find another person looking
back at me

one without a wife
or a house
or a pain in the back where

he sits with his legs by
his ears, a moldable boy
a college boy

tanned from ideas
who smells like sex
and the sea

and now my breath
comes stinking from this
page, of whiskey and lonely

only left is the hollowed out
heart and obesity, the echos of
hope from past pages