poem for academia

I don’t spit, recite (from my head), perform or slam

I am not sought after for events

I don’t travel the country to share

I have been rejected for my words

I self publish

I don’t use proper form or enough metaphors

I don’t spin heads, encourage finger snapping or

Make women wet, as words roll from my tongue

I just drink, write bullshit and read 

why wait

i’m sitting at the computer

sipping on Jim Beam

staring at my broken window

it’s all rotted out on the bottom

needs a new latch

so i can shut it properly

to keep the cold winds out

during the winter season

i’ve been putting it off

now for a year and a half

because it does not seem that

important, until i’m sitting here

and then i’m reminded

of what needs to be done

it’s like many things in life

i suppose that one cliché does fit

‘don’t put off tomorrow

what can be done today”

because tomorrow might not

even get here

relationships

are built on games, two faces,

fraud, untruths, half truths, some truths

and misery mixed with

some happiness in between

unless of course your the lucky

few that can keep that smile plastered on

and find that contentment to keep moving

as time goes by

the conversations are reduced

to questions with short answers

or no answers at all

date nights consist of

silent lips moving up & down

mouthing topics about the kids

pending weather

and bills

that’s why animals just mate

they know better