bad poetry

If stress was a mental event, how do we train for it?

Personally it seems that the more weight you carry, the weaker you become.

Worrying about stress and having more on your mind makes you worry more.

The more things go wrong, the more stress piles up,

until your head starts to hurt even causing the veins on my eyeballs to become strained.

I am unapolagetic to myself and to the world about how unpoetic this poem is.

Ways I deal with stress:

smoke, drink, run, dance, sing, scream, write, perform, box, lash out, attempt to get it under control.

My stress is not unique. my stress is not alone, it feeds from others, and dissipates to ruin days.

Some day I’ll write a better poem on stress, but not today.

Time will pass, this will pass, I will be better,

My hands have stopped shaking.

Forget this moment of weakness.

Too much work ahead.

Focus.

late

Two minutes too late to post my writing before twelve.

Personally I blame Tecate.

Oh sweet yet bitter juice of the black bird that makes you stank the next day.

I can’t stay angry at you, with your dollar nights down the street, affordability and smooth taste.

Yeah your sweat keeps me cool as my lips reach your brim inhaling every drop of you.

Tecate, to me you are more than just a friend.

You’ve been there for me in the past but I’m afraid our relationship has to have a limit.

don’t get me wrong I still want you in it,

but my body is slowing down and so this almost daily thing,

will have to become just a weekend thing.

And if I’m up staring at my ceiling, and thoughts of you keep me awake,

we just might have to have a late night rendezvous.