Poemetry by T.A. Barnhart


the Buddha
didn’t use the word
to describe life,
but he could have.
so little goes right.
so little works out
to make us happy.
to make me happy.
fuck my life
sucks to be me:
tattoo one on
my right arm
and one on
my left.
the special toy
always breaks.
the special girl
never comes.
the dreams & plans
slip further away.
once i looked forward,
happy and excited.
now i look around,
being honest
is about all this
is the last thing
i want to do,
but if i’ve
run out of options,
then the last thing
is all that’s left.

©TA Barnhart September 30, 2020