Expiration Date

Every food has an expiration date
So do me and you
We both know we won’t last after this summer
We’ll spoil
Go rotten even
But my mom always says that you can eat food two weeks after the expiration date
Does that mean that we could last?
No
Probably not
I’ll miss you

Taco Bell Kisses

It’s late at night
We just saw a movie
I got to hold your hand the whole time :-)
We left the theater driving home in your mom’s convertible
Screaming at the top of our lungs to music
Breathing in the summer air and loving how young we are
You have a craving for food
Fuck healthy food lets go raunchy
We pop into taco bell and order crap
And boy is it delicious
We drive back home and sit on your couch eating the food
You laugh at me because I’m a messy eater
I laugh at you because you call it Taco Hell
It’s a good night
And then you give me a kiss.
You taste like taco bell
It’s a wonderful night.

Lawn Mower

Sometimes when I mow the lawn
I think it’s like cutting hair
And then I continue to wonder
What if there were little people who could ride a lawn mower over our heads
Wouldn’t that be cool?
And every night they’d park their little lawn mower.
And go home to their little families.
Oh shit
I ran into the bushes.

alone

when im alone
i like to put on hardcore techno
and not dance
not even move
sit perfectly still
and let the beat not make me move
its harder than you think
sometimes ill be blinking on beat without realizing it
i don’t know why i do it
but its fun
try it

Blogs

I am connected
Connected to the internet.
I read. I write. I absorb.
I appreciate.
I learn.
The internet is cool.

Groovin

I’m sitting in my car.
I just got out of work
I turn the car on
The music turns on just as a song starts
I start driving as the new song starts
At first I just hear the bass and the drums
I am groovin
This shit is bangin

Fuckin A

Whenever I hear unfortunate news
I respond with “Fuckin A”
And sometimes in my mind I like to invent what it stands for
“Your dog died”
“Fuckin A(nimals)
“I’m breaking up with you”
“Fuckin A(lone Time)”
“I think that you and I shouldn’t hang out anymore”
“Fuckin A(wesome)!”

Nature

Some people see a green swaying tree and leaves
I merely see shade from the sweltering heat near a rodent filled chunk of wood
Some people see a green field of tall grass
I see a dangerous refuge of gnats and snakes and weeds that make my legs itch
Some people see a crystal sparkling river
I see a mud filled basin of sharp rocks and algae that gives me a rash
So next time somebody tells you to appreciate nature
Try depreciating it instead.

Footsies

Oooo we’re sitting at a table at our restaurant
Surrounded by friends
I’m as against Public Displays of Affection as everyone else
So I can’t show you how cute you are
Wait a minute
Pressure on my foot
Under the table
Away from the view of others
I respond to this unknown force with equal pressure
I look around to see if anybody else is aware
Everybody is normal
Except for you
And you’re smiling
I guess I am too :)

New Invention

I have these noise cancelling headphones
They block out all the noise
I want douchebag cancelling glasses

Package

I got a big box in the mail today
I haven’t opened it yet
I used to tear open packages in the mail
Desperate to see what treasures they held
But they never held what I really wanted
They would give me gifts for brief happiness
I always wished they held so much more
I dreamed they would be boxes of joy
Funny thing is, that the big brown boxes can’t hold so much once you open them
I think that maybe they’ll hold sunshine
But it’s just a lamp
I think that maybe they’ll have a big hug
But they just have a pillow
Maybe they’ll give me a best friend
Somebody to spend time with
No it’s just a movie

I got an unmarked box today
I think I’ll leave this shut
And dream about what’s inside

Cow

I’m all for evolutionary support
But there’s one place where I think it falls short
It’s given the cow a milk sack
But put it way in the back
So if a cow is ever in need of a drink
It merely dies
Now what do you think?

Your House

In ten minutes
I’ll be at your house
Sitting in your room
Watching a movie with you
Such joy should not be given only to me
I want everybody to know the joy I have with you
But they don’t
Too bad :-)

The Word

There must be a word
To describe my feelings for you
For your little jokes
To cover up your dark underside
I’ve seen you grow
Change
Inspire hope
Make me question myself
Ah yes, that word is love
And it is for you
The Dark Knight

Movie

Where are the cameras?
I’m waiting to open a door
And see the lights and the cameramen
Or camerawomen, don’t want to be sexist
And then they’ll tell me that they’re making a dark comedy
And I’m just an actor, playing a character that’s going crazy
Who is so lost in his own depressions and quirks
That he’s collapsing upon itself
And when the movie’s two hours are over
The character doesn’t exist anymore
And I go back to my normal life
Where I’m just me
And there’s no Zach

Techno

My head is like a techno song
Repeating words like samples
The DJ takes samples
“I can’t control this”
Over and over again
Soon that is not enough
The audience hungers for more than this barebones song
So the DJ takes more samples
Layers them
“This isn’t my fault”
“There are better things”
Now it is a collision of sayings
All screaming at the top of their lungs
But this is not enough
The audience needs more
The samples keep coming
Soon it’s too loud for anybody to understand
There’s no more sayings
Just my mind yelling at itself

Old

I’m killing myself before I grow old
I see the elderly
Shaking and quivering
Words spitting through their dentures
Never good words
Words of insensitivity
Words of everything that’s wrong with me and my generation
Maybe, just maybe, my generation is right
Maybe, just maybe, all those years of bitterness that you have
Came from secretly seeing your world fall down around you
That’s why I’m killing myself before I grow old
Because I don’t wanna live to see some smart ass
Writing a poem about what’s wrong with me.

10th grade

Sometimes
When I’m looking at all my college stuff.
And talking about drinking every weekend
And sorting through all the shit I have to do during the week
I wish I was back in tenth grade

Tenth grade was a free time.
We all thought we were individuals.
Friday night was movie theater night
We would alternate who’s parents drove us during the week.
Then we’d go back to somebody’s house and have a sleepover
If we were feeling crazy we’d play poker
We were young, but we were crazy
Sometimes if nobody’s parents were home, we’d mix a whole lot of alcohols from the liquor cabinet
And think we were buzzed.

Now there is no free time
We all know we’re not individuals
Friday night is boredom and broke night
Whoever can afford gas drives
Nobody wants to sleep on the floor of anybody else’s house
If we are feeling crazy, we smoke a joint
We are still young, and this is normal
If nobody’s parents home, we scrap together money and buy a handle
And drink till we pass out.

I wish it was tenth grade.

Reality TV

People say that reality tv is far from reality
That it’s just people trying to impress a camera
Then I say, what if you replaced the camera with an imaginary camera
And instead of money or love as a prize, you get a promise of eternal happiness
And then instead of reality tv, you have religion.
And religion is real.
Isn’t it?

Nude Beaches

I heard there were a lot of nude beaches in Europe
I am so pumped to see me some boobs
Oh wow this is pretty packed
HEY THERES A…..naked old man
Well I guess they come in all shapes
ALRIGHT THERES A…..nother naked old man
Man….fuck nude beaches

Knock Knock

Knock knock
Who’s there?
The cops
Oh shit.

Gay

I had the gayest day today
I woke up feeling gay
Then I gaily walked down the stairs and was pleased to see that my mother was gay too
And thank goodness my father was gay, or that would’ve caused problems
Then I gaily called my friends
And we did some stuff in a gay way
Because we were all gay
And then I told them how gay I was
And they stopped talking to me
I wish I’d kept up on modern terms

Grocery Store Dilemma

I love bagging groceries
Here come two tomatoes
In the bag, side by side like two bug eyes
Here comes a cucumber
In the bag, between the two tomatoes like….
I’ve created another phallic grocery bag
Oh no the child has grabbed it
Just when I got off of bagging probation too

Numb

People say that being numb to the world is a bad thing
It’s not
I mean could you imagine having surgery if you weren’t numb?
And that’s why I’m numb
Because I’m waiting for my surgeon to arrive

Dear Best Friend

Sometimes I think you have no feelings
Last summer you were my best friend
And I was yours. It was nice to have somebody. My girlfriend broke up with me, and I didn’t care
Because I had you.
And then you went to college
I never cried
I thought we’d stay close
I thought you couldn’t forget about your best friend
Back at home, dissolving in high school without you
Nobody wants to be alone
I was
I didn’t know it
I told myself, I expected this to happen
I wanted him to forget about me
And you did
So I forgot about me too
I forgot about the boy with emotions I used to know
The boy who would get upset
And call you to hear you make me feel better
I tried calling you at college once
You answered, said you’d call me in five minutes
And then you never did
So I stopped listening to my emotions
I told myself, if you don’t need to hear them, then nobody else does
And nobody else did wanna hear them, so quietly oh so quietly
I disappeared
No more best friends for me
You were gone
And I was gone
So there.

Too Far

We’re talking about your mom
I make a joke about having sex with her
And Pablo tells me I took it too far
Hey Pablo
Your Mom took it too far last night

...

This poem is not about you
....fuck

Pop Stars

I want to take lessons from a pop star
Not singing lessons
Not music lessons
But happy lessons
I mean pop stars really got their shit together
Aside from the occasional ballad
Could you give me happy lessons
That way
I can be happy
And I’ll keep your secrets to myself

Breakdown

I always like the part in the song
Called the breakdown
When the noise and calamity of the song
Breaks down into a simple melody or two
That’s how I want my breakdown to be
The noise in my world finally envelops itself
And it’s just my mind singing
And the acoustic guitar of you
Because even when I break down, I’ll be thinking of you

Shitty Song

I wonder if my life can be a pop song
It starts with the intro
Mine would be slow building
Just drums
Then slowly base guitar and keyboards
Cowbell, tambourine
I’d have a whole lot of instruments building and swelling
And then they’d all cut out
And the first verse would just be drums bass and me
A stripped down version
The real me
The chorus begi-
I turned the radio off
This is a shitty song

Romance

I’ll never forget
The way your lips felt on that night of our first kiss
Quick and awkward
But wonderful all the same
I never thought I would’ve grown so close
I remember the day
My Facebook status mentioned Ranch Wheat Thins
And when I saw you later
You had bought them for me
I’ll never forget
The day I typed a poem about all the wonderful memories I have with you
And I couldn’t finish it through the tears

Merging

When I merge on the highway
I feel like I’m participating in a ballet
When do I go?
Left Lane? Right Lane?
All of these cars
All of these people
All of the people with all of their problems
Are all thinking about different things
But for brief moments, we are all thinking about that asshole who’s cutting people off
I want to be close to these people sharing my thoughts
I want to be so much closer to them, but they’re so far away
Sometimes I wonder
What if I just swerved a little bit
And got into a car accident
Maybe I’d die
And then merging wouldn’t bother me anymore
I fucked up the ballet

Driving

I am mad
You just played more games with me than I could take
I need an escape
I storm out of my house and open the car door
The wave of heat hits me and heightens my anger
This convection oven car is your fault
You’re such an ass
I start to drive
I get onto the highway
There’s traffic
Your fault, ass
I turn the music up loud
Louder
LOUDER
I block out my thoughts of anger
Why do you say these-
LOUDER
I close my eyes
The music wraps around me
And so does the guard rail
I’m dead
And it’s your fault
ass

Poetry

I pour my emotions
Out into my laptop
And put little spaces and clever analogies
And it comes from my heart
But is it poetry?
Or do I just sound like a DBag

Funny

Oh you’re so funny, you’re just a riot
That’s a shitty thing to say somebody. Seriously
Because when you’re funny, you’re not cute, you’re not masculine, you’re nothing but
Funny
And the word doesn’t always mean good things!
Have you ever met a funny guy who you would bang?
Okay I’m not talking about the clever hot kid who can make a joke about a passerby that makes you chuckle
I’m talking about that kind of funny where its one laugh after another
No no no, none of those kids are attractive
All of us funny people bond together
In hatred for Woody Allen and his exception to our rule
I want to lose my sense of humor
I want to never make anybody laugh again
And I want to see everybody I care about
Everybody who means something to just disappear
And I want them all to tell me,
Well you’re just not funny anymore
And then, oh yes, then I’ll have made the biggest joke of all
I’ll have shown how shallow you all are and
I’ll be alone

Pillowcase

Does the pillow hate the pillowcase?
I mean when it comes to sleeping
The pillow does the majority of the work
But when anybody looks,
All they see is the pillowcase
Maybe, the pillow is beautiful
But we never see it
So it just rests our head
I love poetry about objects nearby

God Said

God Said
LET THERE BE LIGHT
And there was light
God was proud
God said LET THERE BE MISERY
And there was misery
God popped open a cold one
God said LET THERE BE DISEASE AND FAMINE
And there was disease and famine
God flexed his biceps in front of the mirror
People stopped believing God
He stopped saying things
So other people just made shit up

Insecurities

Is it any surprise?
That I hate myself.
Everybody does at one time or another
I like to make a game
Every morning
I figure out which part of me I hate the most
Is it my torso, full of ribs and an awkward belly button,
Or Is it my love life
Full of self doubt and awkward
And then once I figure out my nemesis of the day
I give it dirty looks
And then I feel better
It’s nice to hate something

bananas

I ask you
Over and over,
What is your favorite fruit?
Steven likes peaches
Is it because, he’s sweet in the summertime
You say apples
I wonder if it because of your apple-bottom
:)
And I always say Banana
Because I have a big penis

bullet wounds

A terrible awful strategy struck today
As you were walking down the street
I shot you
I didn’t mean to
It was merely a coincidence of events
Before I could see, you were on the floor
And I ran to you as quickly as I could
Not knowing
Not thinking how bad it was
I saw the wound
It was dark and deep
And all I had was this silly bandaid
This bandaid that had a purple frown face
And the words I’m Sorry written on it
But then I looked
And the girl I thought I had shot was nowhere to scene
And it was my body slowly bleeding


The band-aids not working

untitled

Before I continue
You must know howmuchyoumeantome
I don’t talk because I hate you
But because I hate me for almost losing you
but Irony what a clever bitch she is
because only the most evil of women could turn my words of desperation
into words
of
closure.
I never meant to take it that far.
Lost control of my fingers as they furiously typed
Some deep seeded emotions
And now, apologies are merely weak attempts
To foil a tragedy