Each moment at hand Is open invitation To the promised land

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

We were having the time of our liv… Two friends seeking joy We bonded over the basest things Doughnuts, kerosene, and Playboys

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

I’ve lived my life And seen some things Heard bitchin’ tunes Tasted my dreams But if you want

Had a day that felt like two Glad to be at home with you Sight for sore eyes, love exude Now at peace since I smelled Moo

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

The only things I’ve ever felt Were lashing tongues and leather b… I guess that’s why it’s hard to te… How I could make you feel so swel…

Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

I don’t know what, quite, will unf… I only see silver and gold That’s all I need to tightly hold Onto this dream of getting old

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

Your face Transcends Garnish

There’s shit on your face You just threw up in your mouth Couldn’t be cuter