poetry slam

[SuicideKing]

this is the beginning of a poem i'm writing for an upcoming poetry slam. this is about 1/3 of how long i want the poem to be by the time i'm finished. if i could get some feedback it would give me a good idea what else to add. thanks for reading, and don't be afraid to be critical.




when i get home
i'm letting the skeletons out of my closet
so they can mingle with my inner demons
like a bad 80's movie scene
of a singles mixer on halloween populated by
wrong decisions, old addictions,
and one said-too-late "i love you"

there are one night stands
wearing werewolf masks
while the one beer too many
pretends to be the moon

and there are missed opportunities
dressed as witches with brooms
sweeping the rooms
where wasted afternoons got a little too rowdy

and the one that got away?
she follows me everywhere
with blacked out eyes
and a bed sheet over her head

so, when i get home
i'm hanging a compass on my wall
instead of a crucifix
because the only prayers i pitch skyward
are the ones begging for a bit of direction

i just don't know which way to turn
when i'm trying to run away from myself

i've got enough regrets
tucked into the crevices
under the floorboards
beneath my bed
to make a monster out of the man
sleeping between the sheets

and at night i find myself
xeroxing carbon copies
of mistakes i promised
to never make again