Untitled #6

Untitled #6

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

You want to try something new?

Try hurling crowbirds at mockingbars

It’s intense and it might make you cry,

But it’s totally worth it

You might open my mind to things I’ve never known

I believe that

I believe you and it’s about time someone does,

But I’m gullible, maybe, and I’m sure you’ll have fun with that

I know you’ll try either way

If I give you the benefit of the doubt it might make it more sporting for you

You only lie if it’s outrageous or really funny

And I’m waiting to see what you come up with

I’m awesome for liking it

You’re awesome for showing it to me

Shove it in my face and show me something new

Educate me

It feels like being in a dive bar listening to Tom Waits,

Nothing but a gallon of Whiskey and a carton of Lucky Strikes for company

Does this chit chat get the creative juices flowing?

Maybe you’ll write something new tonight

Your emotional week is now over

You can tell me all about it

Tell me about your habit of caring for people

People who then abandon you

I will do this to you, but that’s much later

I hope it doesn’t make you physically sick when it happens

I hope you understand what happened

You can only run from the skeletons in the closet for so long

I fucked up

Now I’m here and you’re not

Further from you than I want to be

Trying to figure out how to change that

Stupid drama

You’re going to get hurt

No way around it

Trying to give everyone the same care and attention

Stop and learn

Be more cautious

Slow down when opening up to others

Piling loneliness and misery on top of pain

I have some advice that doesn’t really work

Give me a Gold Star and I’ll talk to you later,

But I don’t want to bug you

You’ll tell me if I do

You prefer straight honesty

That’s what I’ll give you, but only for a minute

Only until those skeletons get their claws in me

Now, my name is Frank and I good you bid evening

While I pretend to get on with my life

My hands still bent on carving out your curves

On my burning bridge, I’ll hold my ground with an AK47

Haven’t you heard an AK47?

It’s become the soundtrack of my life

Haven’t you heard?