poem of the day 08.03.16

that guy

maybe

i want to be that guy

just like you are

the one who bursts into the room

breaking the cultural malaise

shouting into the cavernous zeitgeist

look, people, we’ve got real problems here

but i lost a writing morning to a bad hangover

or i was still drunk, you can’t tell sometimes

the presidential race has given me the blues, man

that reality tv star with the big ass

got a new haircut and i can’t stop reading about it

or looking at her naked on the internet

the sports team that i used to like

just dropped three to the fourth place team

all the food that i eat is bland

all the music that i hear is dull

and last week the weather topped out at 90 degrees every day

there’s nowhere good to travel

the bars have failed me for the last time

the job has got me by the balls again

and some nights i lay there in bed

and wonder what could go wrong next

like more sickness or even death

the cat keeps shitting on the floor

signing her own death warrant with each stringy pile

and the maid must be on strike

because the vodka glasses were left sitting

on the coffee table again, stuck in the dark circle of a wine stain

i can no longer remember my dreams

i no longer have dreams

just a series of hours, days, weeks, and years

and the gray hair keeps coming by the bushel

yeah i’d like to be that guy

just like you, buddy

the complete and total altruistic consciousness

the one who runs into the room

cutting people off in the middle of some complaint

to shout look, we’ve got real problems here

then start going in about climate change and war

the economy and international terrorism

as if we did not know

as if we didn’t know

but both of my knees hurt all of the time

and i got this rash on my chest that won’t cease

i’m out of creamer for my coffee

and the milk has expired

plus i never liked a guy like that anyway.