i have no recollection
so i must not be wrong,
and if i don’t remember
this thing that you say i did
then the explanation is simple,
and the simplest explanation is
that you must have awoken
in The Twilight Zone
with some other version of me,
not sweet lovable me.
and when i ask if you’d prefer
paper or plastic you remain
indifferent claiming you can
swing either way
and light of heart and head
sugar slowing slowing my heart
to near dead stop
as my thoughts so weightless
lift towards heaven
calling sour candy refined sugar
precious chocolate dear pixie sticks
doctor after doctor claiming
diagnosis after reason after diagnosis
failing to prove the
truth
There’s a brown paper bag-full
of empty cans and I
never quite know what to do with them.
They’re worth some money,
I’ve been told,
but I often wonder if all
that money is really worth
the effort.
There’s a brown paper bag-full
of empty cans. Know anyone
who knows what to do with them?
i found skateboards often stand up
under pressure quite a bit better
than i
time keeps ticking
tick
tick
ticking away;
sucking away
everything that makes life great,
feeding off my life,
growing fat off the past
and always more greedily
consuming the future
until one day
all that i am
and all that i will be
will be consumed
and the glutted tick of time will burst,
spewing away my life.
He’s never exactly sure why he
always forgets to check when he
starts to change lanes on the
highway
He hopes it won’t end with a
fiery explosion and a
lot of pointless casualties
but still, he leaves the driveway.
a man of fancy tastes,
relishing the sugary sweet
cream filled goodness
that comes with the territory
of being fancy.
And even behind the barricade of
a double-paned glass window, you can
still hear the wind blow down
the half-deserted midnight streets.
And you remember the cut and sting,
the twanging bite of ice-cold air
seemingly pushing itself
straight through you.
And it makes you wonder
why the other half never deserted
in the first place.
And it makes me wish
you could remember why we
only ever wanted to be
stuck out there
forever.
on learning to say castrate in a new
language i’m shocked at how the horror
translates perfectly across intangible
borders
my pen can trace itself
these white lines symbolize
empty
what should you do with
your eyes?
who killed surprise?
this, our world, is like
a rock in itself
mid-flight
must you be taught
what’s a lie?
or sink till you
drown till you die.
(but, for a moment
i wish i could walk through
walls like a ghost
just to get what i’m
here for and leave.)
when all of our guesses
have turned out wrong
and all of our efforts
have produced nothing
but dead ends
and dark alleys
where our fears surface
and try to consume us,
whole or in part;
it doesn’t matter
when both are the same
in the end.
Raise thy hackles up and hiss!
We’d never dreamed it’d come to this!
They’ve got us they’ve got us they’ve
got us they’ve got us they’ve
got a lot of gall, trying to
get us here.
I don’t know what they think we are
but we won’t be so soon to fold
so if you see them wandering
raise your hackles up and hiss
And kill them.
i’m tired of pansy peter
and want the old one back
who flew
and burned
and healed
and shocked
and pushed
and pulled
and kicked ass.
for so long you overflowed
with hope for the future
and assurance that things
would only get better;
i thought your optimism was bad,
hating your assurance
that this was the bottom,
and pushing for you to realize
that the good days were gone;
but then i heard your despair
and realized that was worse,
seeing your will to fight
dry up in your loss of hope
as all the cares
and all the problems
descended upon your back,
blackening out your son
along with your hope,
leaving only the black hole
of despair.
9:30
8:18
schoolcraft michigan
mount pleasant michigan
citgo parking lot,
my girlfriend’s apartment
the suns symphony
other people’s words
begins it’s finale
vibrate my bones
falling below the horizon
shaking my brittle
leaving traces of deep blue
spine
peppered behind dark clouds
remembering the time
once white
when i used to
billowy
talk loud
now ominous next to the moon,
and would kill
i save a fly
angels.
it’s time to go
our seperate ways
and leave the room
that we have shared;
the dream was nice
and it was fun
to live together
as if we were one,
but the weekend’s gone
and we now see
that the time has come
for us to leave;
so pack the bags
and load the car
and whatever you do
don’t say a word,
but let us go
on our own ways
and let us pretend
that our lives are still one
although deep inside,
we know the truth,
just as we know the lies
that we tell ourselves.
well I got an orange crush
and I got an orange faygo
and I drank one on the way home
and it tasted oh so good
I got home and started resting
and the resting led to sipping
on the one I hadn’t finished
and it tasted oh so good
So I stopped, tried to remember
which orange soda I liked better
but I realized altogether
that it didn’t really matter
because when everything’s said and done
they both taste
Oh so good.
i dislike your colors now
whether you choose to take
offense or know i’m not being
racist take it to heart
your colors are unenjoyable
