Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Let’s talk pillows

Pillows are great

They are awesome

I have eight in my bed

All different sizes

It’s like a nest

That I burrow into

Every time I crawl in bed

They all serve a purpose

They all have a reason for being in my bed

My bed that is the perfect size for two

Two people can spoon in my bed

And the cocoon is complete

I have to choose carefully

When picking a “Small Spoon”

Which brings me to you

You were the best “Spooner”

You were the perfect "Small Spoon"

You fit better than any before you

And since you

You’ve been replaced

By a pillow

And it’s a poor substitute

It doesn’t feel the same

Obviously

It smelled like you

For just a little while

But the aroma faded

Unlike the memories of you

And the things we did

In my double bed

Double means two

Now it’s just me

And my pillows

And the one I pretend is you

Hugging the “You” pillow at night

Just makes me dream of you

And they are not like the dreams of you

I had when we were pressed together at night

In my double sized nest

I’m suffering from “Empty Nest Syndrome”

And the only cure

Is my arms around you

Instead of a pillow

The Snowflake Theory

The Snowflake Theory

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

Every relationship

Intimate or not

Is just as beautiful and unique

As a Snowflake

They are also just as fragile

The slightest bit of heat

And they melt

In a relationship

Intimate or not

That heat comes from family

Who ridicule

And say you can do better

That heat comes from friends

Who say you are from different worlds

That heat comes from relative strangers

Who want you for themselves

Every relationship

Intimate or not

Is a snowball

That has been rolled up

And thrown into hell

All you can do

Is hope you melt into each other

And turn into Black Ice

Which hides from the world

And slips everybody up

Then you melt away

While they stand there scratching their heads

Trying to figure out what just happened

By the time they do

It’s too late

You’ve gone through the gutter

And into the stream

Then it’s off to the creeks and rivers

Suddenly you’re a part of the ocean

And the world is yours

And nothing can stop you

O'Death

O’Death

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

O’ Death

Please take me from this world

This world is ugly

And not what I hoped for

It’s a world where

Greed is the ultimate monkey

On the back of every person

It’s a world without peace

It’s a world where

Great sex

Is easier to find

Than great love

Money is all everybody wants

Nobody cares about you

Unless you’re on TV

Or on the radio

You have to be a star

To be heard in this world

The stars are dim, though

They have no inner light

They shine for the paycheck

Green is the new black

Even pink looks green

Your 15 minutes of fame

Will be closely followed

By 15 minutes of scandal

Or heartbreak

Which in today’s market

Is one in the same

And the Piranhas feed on blood

Which is green

People today

Have cash registers for hearts

It’s not a fist wrapped in blood

It’s a fist wrapped in money

They take it

However they can

So where do we go from here?

Do we go to church

And pay for salvation

From a man or woman

Who drives a nicer car than you

And lives in a nicer house than you

And dresses nicer than you?

Absolutely.

Redemption isn’t free

You really have to pay for your sin

And you're paying for theirs too

Keep on working your two or three jobs to survive

Your hard work will pay off

For them

You'll just be broke in the end

By every definition of the word

So I want Death to come

Before it’s too late

Before I owe the banks

More than my soul is worth

I’m afraid that my mouth

Has already written a check

That my ass can’t cash

Or my soul

Because I’m not worth $.89 a pound

And in the 21^st Century

You need a Million dollar smile

To get into heaven

Fuck it

I’m doomed

Give me another drink

And light me a smoke

I might as well enjoy the show

You never know

My train wreck of a life

Could be the next big hit

Somewhat

Somewhat
 
By
Nathan Caleb Camerer



I’m somewhat damaged

I’m somewhat broken

I’m somewhat amazing

I’m somewhat lovable

It depends on the day

It depends on what is looking back at me

When I look in the mirror in the morning

Is it my father’s son

Or is it the sad angry clown

Or is it the hopeless romantic

I don’t feel so damaged

When I hear your voice

Or when the respected

Give me a pat on the back

I don’t feel so broken

When I feel your arms around me

I feel amazing

When I can finally make sense

Of the words in my head

And put them down for the world to see

I feel lovable

When the cracks in this mask

Are hidden by the smile on my face

This great smile of mine

It hides the somewhat fractured soul

It makes me look somewhat happy

I might be somewhat retarded

I might be somewhat dead inside

It depends on the day

It depends on what looks back at me

When I look in the mirror in the morning

I know I’m somewhat hopeless

I’m also somewhat hopeful

It depends on the reflection

Looking back at me

When I look in the mirror