There'll Always Be Someone...

Things whisper themselves into me, my brain

Like dreams not worth dreaming

Or dead people still breathing

Or things not to try for

Things not to care for

Like poetry, love or myself

Money is good

So are nice cars and houses

Families too!

Oh, and giving your breath away

Cynical, am I?

No, well maybe

I think I’m just tired of life and bullshit

Of wasting my time thinking about life and its bullshit

I’m out of shape

And know the reasons why I should get in shape

I just don’t care

I act like I do, but I don’t

There will always be someone to fuck

With or without these bitch tits

Or a beer belly

So if she leaves me, I’ll get another

And if she doesn’t leave

She may fuck someone else

But chances are, I’ll never know

I wonder if I would care

Or just care about the thought of it

One day (If I live that long)

I’ll get old and people will expect it

A fat belly, a drooping face, bitch tits

And a wrinkled dick

And of course, death

But I have from now until then

To lie to them

And act as if I know I should be concerned

My back hurts because I can’t shit

It’s funny how everything loses it’s importance when

You can’t take a good shit

Including hope

ⓒ 2001 Shawn Michael Quinn

Every being in the universe..

J Entry 10142001

xtyna is here, asleep in my bed.  I'm in the kitchen, writing.. stoned.. alone..  She came up from nj tonight to Simon's place.  I got drunk off some red wine before she got there.  I'm mad at myself.  I missed those moments.. like I'm missing these ones now.. while she's in my bed.. sleeping.. and I'm in the kitchen, writing..

The Tears Of God

The moon had a yellowish tint last night

The wind blew hard as if to be heard

And the rain fell like the tears of God

Still now it falls…

The trees swayed with accepting fate

Knowing nothing can be done but to wait

For these tears to cease

For the wind to ease

My confidant disappears this morning

As he does most days among the light

But yesterday he shone himself just a little while longer

I suppose to share with me faith..

When I heard the tears of God fall last night

And the winds of frustration as his children fight

I knew to let go and embrace my love

I wept but my tears would not come

I crawled inside her like a womb

Even as I wanted to run

God lives in and through each of our lives

He feels every emotion we feel

Sometimes he takes over

And we’re able to feel him as he feels us

Last night I overflowed with love, pity, sadness and frustration

Last night, God cried for me

Today, I cry for him

ⓒ 2001 Shawn Michael Quinn