Juniper Pearl

Sitting in the dark
Wallowing in your own misery.
No one wants you.
Dirt on the floor,
That’s you.

Not for lack of trying.
Still no one wants you.
You’ve screwed me for the last
Time you speak out to no
One in particular.
No one’s listening.
You’re all alone.

That’s you…
Dirt on the floor.
And no one wants you.
Wallowing and sitting.
Take off that dress,
You look like an idiot.

You’ve been away for a month now and it’s free. Free from your negativity. Free from your hatred. Free from all of the other bullshit you spew and expect us all to agree on. Dictator of your own little world. We all broke free and you’re left sitting, wondering, the exact reason. “Is it because of this? Is it because of that?” No, no… look at little harder; perhaps in a mirror.

​We won’t see you later. It’s much better now. Maybe, perhaps, in the future when you learn how to behave like a civilized human being. Maybe, perhaps, in the future when certain people leave. But more than likely not because you were there long before and acting in your own drama then. 

We won’t see you later.

We’re busy.

I’ll warm up the car.

The end of an
era
and no one even
cares.
They’re letting
us all float
away.
Into the ashy
sky — fly.
We don’t need
you anymore
child.
Cry your tears
somewhere
else.

I find myself caring less and less about you. About what you think. Horrible person, not me, you. Always looking for a way to “catch” someone doing something, talking about something…just being. Please get out of my life, you’re miserable and it’s bringing us all down.

Living in the past. Rehashing 40+ year old wrongs. Nothing is going to make it right and you should have built that bridge years ago, burned it down, and then pissed on the ashes. Instead, living day to day, perpetual victim, perpetual bully. Get over yourself, and himself, and herself, and ourselves. Over everything and the day. The year. The life.

Your own universe of your own misery, you’re controlling the ship and steering us all into a black hole. Always around. Here and there. Guilt trips and bullshit.

I hope you’re all happy.
But of course you are.

Out-of-control train with no brakes. A couple of the cars are on fire, the engineer jumped out long ago. All of the doors are locked and food service has stopped. Drinks are running low and the toilets are clogged. Heads between your knees, ladies and gentlemen. Perhaps a little further back if you’re flexible… just enough to kiss it goodbye.

Thanks a lot, we really appreciate your business.

The toxicity has been lifted…halfway. A smaller part still lingering to my right. It shouldn’t be much longer now that opinions have been voiced and patience has been worn thin. Although we’ve seen this all before so none of us are holding our breath.

Just keep breathing, is all you can tell yourself. “Laugh to keep from crying,” isn’t that how it goes. We’ll all quit long before, or perhaps we won’t. Perhaps we’ll just keep sitting there, taking it, day after day. No one competently in charge, it’s everyone’s fault.

Shoddy business…