Daily Dares

The pen in the pocket,

The fall down the stairs,

The fork in the socket-

These are our daily dares.

These are my concerns,

These are my disregards.

This is what I've learned

And I've forgotten so far.

We're making lead from gold.

We're turning friends to err.

Carries into cabals,

Victories to despair.

It hits you like a brick.

It hits you like a smell.

It doesn't bat a lash.

It brings on fainting spells.

Use sentiment like aloe.

Use sentiment like mace.

Use sentimental explanations

Of how we got to this place.

I got fucked by fate

On fate and I's first date.

And now I know I knew

Breaking up is hard to do.