Poem: Jelousy

Jelousy. Sour and thick.
Coursing through the head and penis.
All those with so much
and I with so little.
I dream and ache for the improbable, the long shot;
A lost wallet filled with cash,
a laptop,
a cell phone,
a bag of money even.
I imagine these things constantly,
see them perfectly in my minds eye,
know they will come to me...
Until there are tears in my eyes
and my heart crumples
under the weight of my dreams.
"Nothing," the wind says to me,
"Nothing is coming to you,
you will never have any of it,
you will always be poor."
It makes all that I have
seem like trash.
All the megre things
I have fought so hard to get
become lowley and worthless
surrounded by my dreams of more.
Surrounded by wealthy one's
shopping in malls,
eating out in restraunts,
wearing nice clothes,
and smoking rich cigarrettes.

While I am doomed to suffer alone.

A beggar in the land of plenty.
"CRIME!" My body screams at me.
"CRIME IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE
TO GET A PIECE!"
And I can think of no other way.

This is when the next wave of sadness hits.
Because I am no good at crime either.
So I am back praying
for a miracle.