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Tyler Huston Poem
I’m sick of needing to choose
Between grass stains and sunburns
All the kids these days think
It’s cool to drink alcohol and sit
In the back seat of limousines.
My dad always told me when
He was young he played with sticks
And rocks and partied hard,
Drove to Tijuana on the weekends
Back when the world was a safer
Place, a blanketed bed soaked
In warmth, but still cold when that
Was needed. I wish we still owned
Box TVs and hot wheel cars
Not these joke cell phones and
Drugs from off the street.
I guess I’m tired of watching all my
Friends turn purple or green
And laying on the bedroom floor
Of some fool they’ve never even seen
I wish kids these days appreciated
Paper and still climbed trees,
Let the sun tell them when
Bedtime was so they could count
Every sheep, sleep
Right through their alarm clocks
And into the daytime.
Copyright © Tyler Huston | Year Posted 2019
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Tyler Huston Poem
i promised him i’d never take a drink
but i’m finding myself tempted.
everyday is the same now
same ceiling, same coffee stain
same spot on the kitchen floor.
it’s raining while the sun still shines
and i’m swimming in the mud
that gathers underneath the little tree
growing in my yard,
it’s becoming harder to breathe
without someone here to give me
a reason to want to,
someone to kickstart my heart,
to get it beating for something other
than the pictures on this screen.
i want to make a salted margarita
on the rocks, and throw it at the wall
because it wouldn’t taste good if
i tried to drink it,
i’d rather taste you and snowflakes
and a cup of cranberry cocktail,
all things that make me happy and
all things i wouldn’t ever choose first.
i’m not quite sure what
this says about me,
maybe i’m not too good at making
up my mind or remembering to breathe
or smiling at the things that i used to,
but i have this ceiling and this coffee stain,
this spot on the kitchen floor,
all things that will always be there and
all things that were always there before.
Copyright © Tyler Huston | Year Posted 2019
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Tyler Huston Poem
a dozen and a half times around the sun
and you’d think i’d know everything
about being young.
i know about blisters and adrenaline
and the way a person shifts when he
walks in the room.
i know about clay and the burn of rum
in my throat on a school night.
i know about being so cold my teeth chatter
but this house is a hundred degrees
and i know what it feels like to come
completely undone.
i’d still say i’ve got plenty to learn
because i’ve yet to know what it feels
like to love in the way that sets a
thousand monarchs free from containment.
i want someone to touch me like they
know i could break
and i want someone to touch me like they
they know they could
break me and
then, i think, i would feel like a boy
that has met his capacities
and a boy that will continue to fill
even after reaching
overflow.
Copyright © Tyler Huston | Year Posted 2020
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