Ben Grimm

Man in the mirror behind the register, I hold him up.

Broke and stuck. just let me work like I’m Loaded Lux.

Eyes icy as the Hilton sisters’ choker chunks,

Clusters like functions full of trauma in a sober funk.

Was a hopeless drunk, now I’m the grateful addict,

shouldn’t have taken my daughter’s birth to change my habits.

So much time’s eaten, wasted, recyclin distance,

round trips in and out of state on flights to forgiveness.

Two flabby arms tired from fightin indifference,

Studied myself and I write what I’ve witnessed:

the irony of my life goin through its darkest moment

when an ultraviolet light’s shining on stripes in the lyrics.

Too long, didn’t read, switchin speeds,

even simplicity’s striking rooted in truth

from a different tree of knowledge

than my namesake was feeding from.

The only Adam who never blamed Eve for his evil once.

Feats of love were never risky for me.

Our happy endings were just on the final pages of two different stories.

And you don’t know the pain, unless you’ve been married to him

Walking rockslide, been grim, barely human.

shrugged his shoulders, both his hands were useless,

Even worth the sadness at the end watching planets blooming

Inside my kid’s mind, imagination expanding through it.

ruptures from my disruption of her family unit

Vegas waiting to cash in once I’ve cashed out

Your comedy could be my tragedy, try to laugh now