old.

i see
the white hairs
in
my beard
the once
lonesome outlier
now pushing
forward
i don’t remember
getting
old
i don’t feel
old
despite
the white hairs
the cheater glasses
the constant
aches

the brain
seems

sharp

is it

shit
i don’t know

fuck

fuck

it’s late
i woke up
upside down
on the wrong side of
a feeling

like sleep
doesn’t want a damn thing
to do
with me

frankly
i wish

that feeling
were mutual

old

it’s all so

painstakingly obviously
grown

old

if i get forgetful
don’t tell me

i have written the same poem over and over and over again because it will just make you sad while inspiring me to write that same poem again

thanks for the inspiration

when i was
well
more well
less

scared all the time
huddled

in the cave
fearing the world outside
settled in
with nothing

but
that’s fine

the writing
insipid as it
is

flows better

probably why we don’t
drink

imagine the sloppy
trash.

shudders.
just shoot me
on a pile
of
unsold copies
of
whatever swill
i have pumped out to
the adoring massless void
that greets
an

unknown

unwilling

unsolicited
poet.

too goddamned old indeed.
especially
when put

like that.

7 thoughts on “old.

  1. “the brain
    seems

    sharp

    is it

    shit
    i don’t know

    fuck

    fuck”

    Hahaha 😁.

    “i see
    the white hairs
    in
    my beard
    the once
    lonesome outlier”

    This is exactly the stage I am at now! One in my beard, now one in my moustache! I am actually manually cutting them out, but I fear this won’t always be possible 😨 lol. Fuck indeed.

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      1. Haha! Thanks. Yeah, I’m telling myself that grey hairs on my head are like free highlights. Which I genuinely do think mostly, in my hair they look quite cool. Also I used to have a blue mole, so I’m sure I can deal with this! πŸ˜†

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