yellow, crooked,
cracked pavement dimly
lit by a street lamp
and this one
stutters
and flashes
all night
along this dilapidated
street

drug dealers hide
in the craters
in the pavement
and growl like
dogs
and the shadows
cast from the
poor street lights
look like dogs

and here you are
crying because
you’ve lost it all
cheeks like
the surface of a
dying planet
recieving it’s last
vital rain clouds
before another ice
age

everywhere you look it’s
either her,
or death,
and in this part of town
the dogs don’t want your
meat
they smell no fear
you are just a worm

and she’s a gone,
so,
you squirm around
feeling wormy
wanting nothing and
living even when cut in half.

in your garden the plants
refuse to grow
and when you take a walk
the natural things they
wilt and bend
repulsed
almost magnetically
by your presence

your a fucked-up modern
day king midas,
man

your a modern day
fucked up kind of king
midas,
man

and all around you is an
invisible force that
turns things off and
makes them die,
and on your ride to work
and on your way home
destruction is all you see

and when you go out
and the pretty things
keep dying
destruction is all you
know

but when you see a flower
you still reach out to touch it
and the pain is anew all
the time.

the fire is throwing light
that bounces off your fair
skin and you are a glowing
vision in the night driving
engines inside of me in the
wrong direction.

i am god and god is a wolf
birthing everything to have
it eaten
and in my hands is destruction
and in my head is the destroyer
of what is good

or what i love, at least

the hunger pains they
ebb and flow
and i doubt its worth
as there is no finality
to be found
forever hunting

gaudy curves that seemed filled
with sugar
perfect like the rolling hills
of tennessee, only pleasantly
excessive

lawless dark brown hair
matching her face
with metal pertruding
through her lower-left lip

she was lost, her figure
filling out a mold made
from fantasties grown stale
and muddied by years
of dissilusionment
and cold

and in the middle of
directing her to muskegon,
after my eyes had travelled the
breadth of her voluptious
body, i told her about it
i told her about her beauty,
i said “you’re gorgeous…
by the way”

and she paused
smiling
with one foot out the door
and didn’t say thanks

she left me for muskegon
with something hidden
inside of a smile and
a pause
perfect like a picture

the autmn decent
chills my chemical roots
and i’m
falling through the smoke
shedding weight to
diminish the rate

this is it
it reminds me of you
take another drag
close eyes

hide

the king of stuff is high on
a mountain-top

city-smoke billowing out of his mouth

his heart pumps ice-water
his feet keep the time
his apathy is magnetic

and the sky will fall while
the king of stuff is still standing

of that you can be sure.

eat it up and go home
pretend you did it right
let the sun come up behind you
smash it all inside your head
make it sound good when you say it
laugh and throw it away
smash it all inside your head
oh you want it you want it bad
you get the shakes and you don’t think
but you think about it all the time
oh you want it you want it bad
but you smash it all up in your head

the less i care
the higher i get–
but i think of the ground
all the time.

life is better with friends
don’t you think?
no matter the type, or kind
the ones that live in the flesh
or the ones that go
down your throat
any friends are better than
none.

i’m an inflatable man
waving at the heavens
and yearning ever outwards
and futher
but the wind is high
and the gravity is heavy
and reality is lame.