its odd for a man so vein as i
to peel back the flesh and find
the underneath so bloody red
and oozing with forgotten pus

And he’s alright he’s
sure, he’s done this
before, he’s
got all his cards in line
got all his ducks in a
row. And he knows
just what he needs to do.

There’s a body between him
and you (not a dead one).

…(yet).

Define for me
with body language
the word ‘fight’

Or,
to put it more
(un)civilly,

Bring It.

this week’s been
one of those weeks;
full of surprising ups
that aren’t really ups;
full of angry downs
that aren’t really downs;
and topping it all off
was the realization today,
bursting upon me in a flash,
that what i thought was a fart
had more mass to it
making that the shitty cherry
to top off this horrible week.

at times I find
that I must bring
myself to stand
before you

With

my head held high
and just enough
a grin that it
unsettles you

I

Hope that we have
come to terms with
all the points we’ve
blundered past

but

recent light has
shown a sight of
unforgivable
happenstance.

So…

If we choose to
rectify these
failures that we
perpetrate
we ought to
learn to pass us by
and get out before
it’s too late.

There is something on your mind.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.

You know what you want, and that’s
out. All the way to
Cincinnati. All the way to
Ruin. At least
that’s what I
think it means.

But you haven’t been to Cinci in
a long, long time. And you’ve
no idea what state it’s in
(of course you know Ohio),
but it takes a lot of discipline
to stay here, that much I know.
But I know you want to go.
I can see it in your
eyes
and your
eyes, mostly.

with lack of picture support
my words
they atrophy
wishing they’d been backed
by waves or at least a sunset
instead of contrasted so
painfully black on white
and surrounded by
nothing but white space

american lobotomy
your brain’s just a muscle
your ghost is all that counts
slow down einstein
we need these sheep for clothes
slow down einstein
your not fluent in puppet
slow down einstein
you faggot
you loser
you geek
you nerd
bleach your hair white
like the rest of the herd
jesus christ more like
peter pan.

One would be amazed
if one really knew
what one was really
capable of strapping
to one’s hood.

With the right set
of bungees and a
strong piece of rope,
anything is possible.

Now tell your uncle
to stop fucking around.
And cut the boy loose,
would you?

And I haven’t seen the
stars so bright in
such a long, long time.
And I wonder where
you are tonight,
and why I always
start my thoughts with
And.

Left my
briefcase
at home
last night
now I
just can’t
re mem
ber what
I was
trying
to fin
ish to
day so
I will
have to
start all
over.

Fuck.

I’m not sick,
and yet i’m home
as my class begins
in exactly 1 minute,
and while i sit,
distracting myself,
it still does not work
becasue in the back
of my mind all i can do
is think about the mountain
of papers, of work
sitting just to my left
beckoning to me
calling to me
convincing me to work,
despite my laziest misgivings.

you take things so dirty
and word them so beautiful
you cause me to
desire to speak the things
i despise the most

and then back them up with
czech etymologies

why do i write these things down?
they remain on a page
they do not grow to
godzilla like proportions
do i think that they will move?
you
or
the world?
much less even a leaf
much less even myself
often times
they lean
towards the garbage
my invisible pen pal
putting a weapon
in his mouth.