We’ll Never Make it to Mars A collection of words J.D. Lazerine
1. I Coulda Done Better
raised myself ‘til I was ten by then I knew some things were wrong mom would hop from bar to bar She was never still for long she forgot me at the bus stop dad cared from afar my brain would bubble til the suds popped Lord, please let me Take off in your car I’ll take the road to San Francisco maybe Georgia, Mars, or Maine break the ice that coats my soul no longer live my life through window panes I wrote this piece without a theme In mind I hope you still can read it set my GPS to peace of mind in hopes one day I’m not defeated
2. Surface
You're a fogged up mirror a fly in the ointment if i could serve you a drink it'd probably be poison i really do hate you yet we still coexist but you know why i hate you how you stole all my bliss you're a flat tire on the freeway a newspaper stuffed with lies and i want you to know nobody cares you're alive i was healthy and normal but then I met you it's been toxic, messy, evil it's been all due to you you're a heartbreak during holidays you're a papercut and gin I kick you out every morning moments later, you sneak in i'm not sure that i hate you i just want to be free but how can i hate someone if that someone is me?
3. The Beach Goes On Forever
I sent you mail yesterday signed and sealed Draped in ink you saw me fail Yesterday that’s by design I’m led to think if one day you Get my letter I hope the prose Can bring a smile please forgive my resentment I just wish you could have stayed a while but you taught me How to write How to cherish Half-filled glasses you showed me how to love until you left my heart in ashes you gave me All those summers Cookouts at the beach With all my friends
but before our Toes were even wet You’d be too drunk To make amends you knew I loved you As you were whether sober, buzzed Or plastered it’d be hypocrisy to condemn you ‘cause An altered mind Has been my master but at night I toss and turn thinking of the Times we never had But I get it now I truly do it was not a choice or fad Your pain was in abundance And I guess the rum dettered I inherited your traumas And now it’s up to me to learn but my words are getting clunky This letter far too long Find my return address enclosed I forever pray you use it, mom
4. Charlotte I found my feet entrenched by tar Toes seared off Burnt and bruised I blamed it on on the town on death, old friends On you I cried out for directions asked the clouds To set me free told the trees to lend a light or the lakes To turn to seas No exodus arose the concrete hardened to my knees it was too late When I found out This tar pit was really Me
5. Mars
through rose-colored glasses Red flags are robbed of hue love can blind the senses and ties that bind my mind to you just as breezes turn to wind and rainfall into sleet Omens can be fickle As false prophets In our streets and I told her I don’t love you I just need you with me now Til we’re older please just come And stay awhile