Fuck following
the guidelines
on these, as well as
other things.

Grab a wrench and ditch
the training wheels.

The things you remember
are not the smooth
coats of paint, but the
textured mess on the
kitchen wall.

Let’s do something nebulous.

AFTER MEDICATIONS ARE
PRESCRIBED, AND ALL THE
PILLS ARE POPPED AND ALL THE
JETS ARE COOLED AND ALL
THE STUDYING IS DONE AND
ALL THE Mental Breakdowns HAVE
SUBSIDED, THE TRUTH IS FINALLY
MADE PLAIN BY ALL THE WEIRD
BASTARDS MAKING MARKS ON THE
WALLS AND SHOWING THE REST
OF US WHAT BEAUTY REALLY IS.

NORMALCY IS JUST AN
EXCUSE FOR
MEDIOCRITY.

They’re drowning in their own
Alcohol
while the rest of us are
watching, screaming
bailing just as quickly as
we can, trying to save a
man,
or two.

But they’re in over their
heads in it,
and none of them can swim,
so, well,
so they’re floundering in
self-prescribed madness,
Drowning.

And there’s only so much
the rest of us can drink.

At Four in the morning
I stop and wonder what it
means for the future, that
I’m stopping to wonder
at Four in the morning.

as much as I love singing other
people’s songs, it’s time to get
together on this jam I wrote,
I’ve got a jump-sheet, here’s
some notes, we’ll fake it.

I mean,
not trying to make memories,
just music

and while I really like the parts
I made, I think you’re better at
the base than me, so if you see
a better way to play it
then just do it

I mean,
don’t try and play the melodies
just make music

There are beetles
skittering
about the floor.
The low lamp’s
what they’re
going for.
I’ve not a
problem with
insects but
Beetles?

Where did you come form?
what do you
want from me?

Well, my friends
the beetles,
Fortunately
the light is free
but alas, the dog
is hungry.

Stepping off the stage
is completely different
from coming down.

He really knows how to bring a room
down
and he really knows how to keep things form
swinging
And every damn time someone turns on the
lights
there’s a shot from the basement saying (somebody’s)
“sleeping”

But be that
as it
may,
one’s usually not in
the business of keeping
a good thing
quiet.

So
Shut the fuck up
already.

The Imperative part
despite all claims against
is certainly the
brake lights
(on the dash, not
on the tail-end)

Perhaps not a warning
so much as a reminder:
sometimes it’s
impossible to stop without
Crashing.

There are times when you
feel like you need fluids
and you know you’re due for
new tread, and it wouldn’t
really hurt to maybe
flush the systems, when you
can sit back and think:
“this must be what my car feels like’

A long shot with an
interesting pair.

I’ve no idea what I
just finished, though I
was certain when I signed up,
what I signed up for.

But, when all things are
considered,
one thing is unswervingly
certain:

The deal was clinched
when the nacho cheese was
purchased

Monumental
though no one else can
see it.

Drink deep,
Lay back,
Smile.

It’s simply, simply,
wonderful.

You can sift your sand
through the finest sieve
and not find a single thing
of interest

Or, every speck and
specimen is interesting
beneath the lens of the
seasoned inspector’s
microsope

Take interest in each
grain, or
cast it all away.

You’ll either
learn something about yourself,
or save yourself a
DAMN lot of
Trouble.

It’s life that’s bleeding,
bleeding from our being
while we spend 4 hours
together, wasting time. But we’re
together, wasting time.

There wasn’t any money made
but money spent regardless.
Though we’re trying not to spend,
so much,
we’ll spend it anyway because,
God Damn it,
It’s a special occasion.

And she always said “I’ll See you”,
and I always said “You Won’t”.
But I might not just be
fucking around this time.

But all, in all, absolutes
are rarely a reality.
So,
Keeping that in mind,
I can ask one,
very,
important,
question:

Am I just faking music?
or am I playing Air Guitar?

Rarely have I
met someone
so lonely.

It’s the look in the
eyes, and the
disparaged, heavy
sighing that accomp’nys

Every

Mention

of a former life.

Perhaps it’s time
to start anew.

I’ll help by
saying
‘Hi!’

I’ve stepped in to a strange
contorted world of your own
machinations
(unless it’s just the glass(es)
that I’m looking through
changing the view)

and all the while we dream
of doing something with our
own creations
(but we both know the lies
we tell our selves won’t
turn out true)

should we step outside?
breathe deep the fresh air?
consider possibilities
that all the things we’re aiming for
are not what we’ll turn out to be?

or do we SHUT THE FUCK UP
like we said we would before?
let’s just do the thing already
let’s not dwaddle anymore

let’s turn off your machinations
and pick up our old creations
let’s, in other words,
take our stethoscopes and
walk

Honey, give me just a piece
to write
tonight.

Honey, it doesn’t have to
rhyme,
(but if it does,
that’s fine).

and oh! Honey,
define for me
the term
‘petulance’ using
nothing but a sweet,
loving smile

I’m certain that
the irony,
subliminal though
it may be,
would kill me.

they terrify the fickle
with most every breath they take
and while the plebeians avoid their eyes
the very air around them quakes
displaying the distressing of
their uncomfortable
situation

For the fickle have no wherewithal
nor any sense of truth,
the important parts of course being
beauty, sex and truth,
even though the slightest slight
might scare the whole damn bunch away:

So unfortunate that the fickle
are not worth the price we pay

Thoughtlessly he
handles all his
funds until one day,
he finds a distinct
Lack
of funding.

He sits at a
well-lit all-night
Diner’s table,
(first booth on the
right),
and scratches at his
tiching notepad
-furiously-.

Could this be
THE END
for our hero?

He hopes not.

They call it ‘finishing a chapter’,
but the allegory isn’t quite right.

Finishing the chapter doesn’t
make it unreadable. Doesn’t
keep you from flipping back
through the finished pages.

Fire would destroy the whole
book,
but had it been a viable
option, it would
have been appropriate.

As it stands,
let’s
SLAM
the fucker closed.