A Struggle from Someone 

(or the value of being a man)

 We vacillate somewhere 

between realism and romanticism 

between our ideals and the 

fucking ground

I've found most of life a beautiful 

struggle between now and the few 

moments of euphoria and shared laughter 

my friends call it love

to look forward to battle

to dead winter and struggle 

I made y'all laugh and I desire 

give me any anodyne but a White

Buddhist 

I find them to be the latest narcissists

so trendy and hip, gay and familiar with weakness 

poise forward 

I don't meant to be rude

polite society still provides

some food and comfort for the 

soul a kitchen on 4th street late night

is still aglow

frenzied laughter is the there, too

and pretension shoots

from the hip

social status a quip

and I only want another kid

or two leave me alone in the suburban stew

for this is what magic and dreams are made of

loyalty girds the late summer night streets

impossible without thee

so come my love

what are you waiting for?

a pie to cool

near the back door?

or a high 

school desk to pass notes

true love, life, and laughter 

is only found after a struggle from someone.