Tuesday, September 16, 2008

boiled eggs

I am realizing a great many things these days
like the 
should have dealt with this differently feelings
of unsophistication 
that accompany
the filling of voids with 
drunken desperate fucks
on late lonely Saturday nights
and hazy early Sunday mornings
rife with ulterior motives
and hiding true feelings
with a thin veil of 
Cool Hand Luke indifference
slipping through the floor boards
when the warden ain't lookin'
the "i don't want anything serious" lies 
told when one knows they have 
and been cast aside
thrown away

the unwanted 
wanting so much

having no idea what we really want 
at all

wishing we could eat 50 boiled eggs 
to prove our worth

ain't nobody can eat 50 eggs.