Heartbreaker 4 life #teamtuff #vscocam #hardcoregraff #ingelsideheights @cosmicdommy
I just got some great advice eavesdropping on SF Muni next to a young man and his AA sponsor.
Teen mom two 3-21-13
Things were going too well for you.
Color coded bins, a car in the garage.
But if dad goes to jail that’s it for the money.
You used to throw great parties, but now
Your teenager is getting into drugs and calling you a fascist.
Your old man finally tugged the Airstream off the lot.
Kids aren’t fun to be around, the baby has so many hats.
Eggs are packed with cholesterol and congenital defects.
High school was easy for you.
But you weren’t nice enough to grandma.
The tortoise wasn’t your idea, but now grass doesn’t grow.
A fungus is seeding, but certain things can help.
Your body is being vaporized, you are a temple of doom.
Things don’t have to be fair.
We’ll never get married 3-4-13
“We could still get married in Vegas”
He said speakerphone on the counter,
On the toilet. “I’m really fucking tired.”
There’s a bruised plum in the trashcan.
Lunchbox contents yacked back up.
I work mostly online. There’s nothing
better than chocolate cake frosting.
Wine drunk peeing through panties.
“You’re grown up now!” He yelled
Mocking. My friends never stopped
Taking drugs. High-heels, hair-pins,
Hair. Her boobs are better than mine.
This is the last thought I’ll think.
Cars go too fast 4-11-13
He framed his wife’s senior portrait.
And wears a light blue sweater
She must have gotten for him.
He never takes lunch during lunchtime.
“The copier stopped doing double-sided.”
All the contractor binders are in his cubicle.
And the mailing labels. He shuffles paper.
He’s got a bread-maker and always shares.
Sunflower-oil and walnuts, berries and flax seeds.
Things we don’t deserve at the watercooler.
“Please sign diagonally across lines fourteen and fifteen.”
Bothering him. Sweater tag and a teenage assistant.
He needs the Vice President’s name and address.
He rides in his bicycle over the freeway overpass,
Cars look like they go too fast. He knows
He doesn’t have a hope in hell. Soon,
We’ll run out of toner.
