fear

a friend decided

to confide

in

me that she was

afraid

of becoming nothing

 

I asked her how old

She is

21

well at the ripe old

age of 23

and fueled by a bottle

of red wine

I felt I had some wisdom

to impart

 

I told her that she was

Young and had

Plenty of

Time to become

Whatever she


Thought she should

Be

As long as she did it

By 25

Since it was all down

Hill from there

 

She told me that didnÕt

Help 

I told her most of what

IÕm saying to you

You wonÕt understand

Until IÕm

Dead

 

Like any great sage

She looked

At me like I was an

Idiot

Then walked off with the

Wine

 

At least I was alone

I lifted up

My glass and saw that

It was empty 

The one thing I fear

 

 


A shadow 

Pale

Slender

Legs

 

Ballerina

Shoes

 

Ballerina

Dress

 

Fiery

Hair

Tied

Back

 

Slender

Arms

 

Delicate

Fingers

 

I suppose

I should

Look out

The window

For you

 

Or on the

TV, VHS,

DVD

 

Maybe on

The Internet

 

But I

Like you

Where you

Are on

The wall

Bought by

A friend

 

If I

Were

To find you

Anywhere

Else itÕd

Be a

Waste

 

 

 

 

The Bear

 

By day

HeÕs a balding

Dreaded 40+

Teacher

At the

Community college

 

But by

Night

HeÕs a

Balding dreaded

40+

Slam poet

Called

THE BEAR

 

Headlining

Readings all

Over the

I.E

With his sarcastic

Rhymes

On love

Lost

George W.

And the like

 

Then afterwards

He slyly

Hits on

Every underage

(meaning under 21)

Woman he

Sees and

Eventually

Takes one

Home to

Dazzle with

His sexual

Prowess as

Well as

His

Poesy

 

Instead of

Being

Envious

Or disgusted

By this

I find

myself

mostly

praying

that isn't

me in

ten years

 

 

 


Hearsay


I heard youÕre a

writer

 

Who told

you that?

 

Your

Friends

 

I donÕt

Write


Then why would

They say that?

 

Because theyÕre

All artists and it

Feels weird having

A friend who isnÕt

 

WhyÕre they your

Friends then?

 

Oh I like having them

around and they like

being around me

 

Why?

 

IÕm the only one whoÕll

Tell them how bad

They are


You canÕt think theyÕre

All bad

 

All of them are

shitty. The worst part

is they think everything they

do is great because they did it.

ThatÕs childish dangerous

Thinking.

 

YouÕre a serious person

ArenÕt you?

 

Only when being silly

IsnÕt working

 

And you have a little answer

to everything

 

Only around the

Ladies

 

Are you trying to impress

Me?

 

Are you buying me

Another tall can?

 

No

 

Then I guess

Not


You should learn how

To talk to women

 

YeahÉ

 

IÕm going

 

Bye

 

Jim watched her

Go

 

He was

Alone again

On the

Porch

There was a cool

Breeze

It rustled the

Leaves and

Made a sound

Like waves

Crashing in the distance

 

Ever since the car

Accident twice

As many people

Show up at

His door

Bored

Troubled

With drink or herb

Wanting talk, smoke, cry, fuck

Advice

A little of everything

 

And they know

He has

Nowhere to go

HeÕs at their

Mercy

 

This gives them strength to go

On

Because when they leave his

Home

TheyÕre at the worldÕs

Mercy

 

 

 


Stay hungry

 

The streets 

Are a young manÕs

Game 

They 

Say

 

But even the

Young break

Down, crumple

Little left 

But rubble

 

WeÕre not

What we

Were

 

Little of 

What we 

Thought 

WeÕd be

 

Our bloodÕs

Thinning as

Humanity

Marches

On

 

There are

Some out

There

Crazy eyed 

Drunk

Burning

At both

Ends

 

Lightning in

Their hands

 

I bump into

Them here

And there

ItÕs always

Brief

 

Always in

Passing

They could

Repaint the

Sistine chapel

Or become 

The new 

Murderers 

Of our age

 

ItÕs a toss

Up to me

And to 

Them

 

They donÕt know

If they want 

To inherit

The earth or

Simply tear

It apart

 

Given time

They might

Figure it

Out

 

given

 

time

 

© Demond J Blake  

Bio: 
 Demond J Blake is a warehouse associate who has traveled the country working odd jobs, writing and meeting various artists, musicians and nonconformists living life on the fringes of society. He lives in Colton, CA with his wife and teenage son. Demond is currently seeking publication for 'Slackass' his first novel.