Month: July 2018

daydream


there was a moment when we stared
into each other’s eyes
and i saw the future disguised
as daydream.

i don’t remember the daydream,
but i remember how your freckles aligned
with each checkpoint along the way.

i remember how the pitch darkness
of your hair enveloped the corners of my vision
to remind me i was visiting
a soon-to-be.

i don’t remember the daydream,
but my eyes needed to stay open or i’d
fuck up the visit;
so they burned
while my face felt wet from the purple.

i started laughing
like the purple do;
i started laughing
and i jumped back into the present.

i don’t remember the daydream,
but i remember how your face
was the perfect time machine.

“daydream”
-Steven Cuenca

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rainbow-colored goggles


they gave me rainbow-colored goggles,
said, “search for happiness,”
but i just got dizzy.

they gave me gold plated shoes,
said, “go find your way,”
but them shits were itchy.

they gave me beautiful silk gloves,
said, “hold on to love.”
they didn’t fit me.

they gave me pants and socks
and underwear.
they gave me shirts and belts
and hats to wear.

it was all uncomfortable.

they even gave me this funny mask,
told me how to laugh,
“life is funny, right?”

it’s funny how there’s no holes in this thing,
it’s hard to breathe, and it’s strapped on tight.
they said, “laugh through the sweatmixed tears,
you’ll be alright.”

well, that’s not bad advice.

i’ll be laughing the next time i feel like shit,
and you know for goddamn sure i shoved my hands
in these gloves that didn’t fit!
and i’m wearing those goggles that made me sick,
and walking in these ugly ass shoes that made me itch!

i’ll wear the pants and socks
and underwear,
the shirts and belts and hats, i swear!

i’ll even wear this mask i need to cram
on my face, i don’t give a damn!

i do so like green eggs and ham!
thank you! thank you, Sam-I-Am.

“rainbow-colored goggles”
Steven Cuenca

pork ribs

A 2
eating a meaty boi, @snapshotsteve

nobody’s special when the bomb hits
we’ll all be looking like some pork ribs

nobody knows who pressed the button
we’ll all be cooking like some mutton

who ever smelt it must have dealt it
but we’re all in this when we’re melted

nobody’s special when the world ends
we’ll all be cooking, me and your friends

maybe we’ll meet again in heaven
and we can all answer that question:

what are we?

we are me when the bomb drops
we are me when the bomb drops
we are me when the bomb drops
we are meat when the bomb drops

“pork ribs”
©Steven Cuenca

i should have known

Apples 6
shark eyes, @snapshotsteve

i should have known
when i first met her.
i ran my fingers across her wrists
and read her scars like braille;
the story was boring,
so i put my finger on her lips
when she started explaining herself.
my mind was fixed
on maneuvering two fries to mix
my ketchup and mayo combination.
i don’t remember how the fries were
but i remember the horrified look on her face.

i should have known
when the water burned my skin
and i much preferred being covered in filth
like the monsters who live behind my eye balls and fingernails.

i should have known
when i started scheduling my love
so that i have enough energy to play the game.

i should have known
when the smiles became calculated–

i think this is the moment before i kill a man
and i stop writing because i’ll find poetry between the screams.

i should have known
when my mother told me they found
the man who killed my father, 17 years late, and i said,
“so what,” because i couldn’t relate to the pain
and didn’t know what there was to gain;
-jails need less black, papa died, he wasn’t coming back-

i think this is the moment before
the mirrored walls surrounding the planet topple down
and life stops being a reflection of self and starts being reality.

i should have known
when i spoke in front of churches
and classrooms
and made them laugh and made them cry,
and inspired the people without believing a single word.

“i should have known”
©Steven Cuenca

i’m a shit friend

birth 8
the shittiest friend @snapshotsteve

i’m a shit friend, i’m a shit friend, i’m a shit friend
i’m a shit friend, i’m a shit friend, i’m a shit friend

i’m a shit friend cuz i’m curious
i’m a shit friend cuz i’m curious
i’m a shit friend cuz i’m curious

i’m a shit friend

i’m a shit friend cuz i’m selfish
i’m a shit friend cuz i’m selfish
i’m a shit friend cuz i’m selfish

i’m a shit friend

i’m a shit friend cuz i live for the chase
i meet someone new,
then i cut and i paste
the who are yous,
what a familiar face
the how are yous,
what a familiar place
i give you my truths
my ugly, my disgrace
i give you my truths
my ugly, my disgrace
you get to choose
to leave or to embrace
just know that this chase
will come to an end
and you’ll have to deal with
a very shit friend

cuz i’m a shit friend, i’m a shit friend
i’m a shit friend, i’m a shit friend

i’m a shit friend cuz i’m curious
i’m a shit friend cuz i’m selfish
i’m a shit friend cuz i’m careless
i’m a shit friend cuz i care less
i’m a shit friend but i love you
i’m a shit friend but i love you
i’m a shit friend but i love you
i’m a shit friend cuz i love you

“i’m a shit friend”
@Steven Cuenca