I hold certain things, which are sacred in my heart.

They are memories of the past that will not depart.

They are thoughts of the future and when it will start.

“Pick a life.” He stated. This is the one I bought.

I hate reminders. I’m not happy with these thoughts.

I don’t like police. I hate coffee shops.

I can’t stand artificial tans or the Rubber-Band-Man.

I don’t like them one bit; fuck your green eggs and ham.

I am Sam; Sam I am. The son of V-Man

I like hot dog stands.

I like to work Downtown; but I can’t stand the Man.

Fuck plans and demands. I’d rather just play in the sand.

Rather I’m last or first. I still love going to church.

I love complex art and things that don’t work.

I’m intrigued by hurt and love burnt pages.

I love never-ending stories; ageless thoughts of living beyond the glory.

They can be useless at times, but still a never-ending story.

I love blurry thoughts; tequila stories and smoking pot.

I love drinking alone and run-ins with the cops.

I hate to move on. I do not like to let go.

I like the same old song. I hold on to it by the toe.

I hold on to let go. It pains me at times.

I hate wrong; I like right. But sometimes wrong brings me to life.

I like bong-rips and fights. I’m too stubborn to see the light.

And the light will soon fade.

I must prepare for the night; a bitter, soggy morning and the rest of my life.

Despite the fair warning of a never-ending story; I blinked my eyes and missed my past. Suddenly, I’ve forgotten all of my glory.

-Myles Hoehn