The death of the good Ol’ Boy…

 

…So easily forgotten, a simple statement of fact

but now the Good Ol’ Boy sits

contemplating the empty screen

for hours and knows that this

mocking blinking cursor

that beats as regular as his own heart

is a true reflection of the barren-state

that resides, the complete blank stare

that breathes with heaviness

of a life that was always wrong

and the smile of satisfaction

that the Good Ol’ Boy is dead

inside.

 

I am and never was your birthday Fuck

but I never minded being your happy-

go lucky Solstice screw

though it pained me to lay back and think

good thoughts whilst the searing pain

caused my spine to ache each time

you whispered in my ears

for the Good Ol’ Boy took it

and smiled sweetly

on the promise of a more satisfying kiss.

 

Not worthy,

everyday is a constant battle

not to give in and let the Fuck begin

but being a stubborn mule…

 

…well the mule sometimes

needs to find the carrot that

is on the other end of the stick

but also should understand

that the carrot rots quickly

if left to vegetate

in the open air.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015