By Alfred Brown
This is the poem where I finally got to use the sentence that had been rattling in my brain for a few years “Everything was fine until I got shot in the face.” I wrote it first sometime, probably around 2013, then I did some edits to it around 2014 or 2015. The intention with the edits was to make the poems into songs.
3 -losing ground
Losing ground
Can’t stay around
Shifting, sliding
Can’t keep fighting
Nothing goes right it all changes
Can’t keep up with the various stages
First it seems fine then it goes wrong
Starts quick but then it takes too long
Someday it’s gonna be diff’rent
Until then it’s the same lament
Don’t know how I’m going to fix
Maybe go back, back to the sticks
4 -Convincing Lie
Love is just a convincing lie
We tell ourselves when we cry
But don’t ask me to explain why
It’s both the reason to live and die
5 -just a game
I asked a girl for her number
Apparently she had only six
Another said to come on over
She wanted a computer fix
Online in my area there’s a lover
Popup said just a few clicks
Mama said shop around for her
But they’re all shopping their pics
you know it’s all just a game
Doesn’t matter by any name
You feel it pointless, call it lame
But you’ll play it just the same
She says sure, she’d love to go out
But another night, tonight she’s busy
Five times and you start to doubt
About just how really busy is she
You get drunk, this new chick’s okay
not that hot but you’d go for a fling
Drove her home, she says, next day
She calls five times, you let it ring
Drinking can make you eager
Gives you guts and some balls
But when results come out meager
It then sucks as hope falls
Drinking can make her looser
And forget what her mama said
But another guy comes and boosts her
She drank your cash, left with him instead