Is it too late for a third beer?
Why wouldn't it be?
I've got the time to waste
going nowhere
and somewhere
at the same time.
What about the motels we missed?
I remember the bed spreads weren't stained;
strangely immaculate given the circumstances
especially when one considers the hookers
that were most likely in that room.
A tip of the hat the the maids.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
I caught a sickness
on a September morning
when the grass turned white.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
This world belongs to us;
those who steal kisses 'neath the twilight thunder
while chemicals in plastic
melt in lesser ghost's guts.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
I saw a white boy crying
about his broken metal music box
while I read the news that
dead men came crawling home through sand.
Though it didn't make me weep,
it made me wonder
how glass would look
with them inside.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
I pushed the roses through my eyes
to see fluorescent beauty die
on the broken wings of sunshine wasps.
I wonder oft why they sliced my brain,
why they sliced her ring,
and why the bluebird sings
of devils dancing sweetly
on the poor, dead morning dove.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Walking in the bandit's orchard one might ask
is this really all that strange?
Are we only wearing masks?
But the question arising to be seen is not within ourselves.
It only lives in others, and in others it shall dwell
This fantasy eludes us, yet we follow it till death
And this fantastical journey we'll follow,
follow until our final breath.
The lands in which we wallow are tormented with this wish,
and the people who live here are only thriving off the fish.
It's December in September and Winter in July
We'll never know what our lives hold,
so until then we'll only lie.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
Oh follow me now
where the barrels were hid
for these are mistakes,
and the peasants are dead
Listen to gunshots
echo so slow
these are the dead children
of the Future of Old
And if, you lay, me down
stand up beside the lonesome playground.
Speak to the street vendor,
ask for your change.
Pray for the autumn wind to
wash for the rain
Shall I make do
while they're laughing at you?
Throw it away and go
kiss the Sun for blinding fame.
Will you feel the eyeballs
that make you so high?
Throw it back at them,
and you can kiss it goodbye.
Will you forbid
what the graverobber digs
or will you awaken
the farmhand's pigs?
Neptune's white mistress
holds out shattered stone.
She speaks so softly.
This is her new home.
And for forever more
shut your wives out, avoid petty ******
Wash down your happiness
with a cognac of love.
Feel sin around you,
it fits like a glove
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:03 AM UTC
If I promised to you that these eyes are for you,
a heart beating true to rhythms of Blue.
No pain will come near you, my dear, rest assured,
my congress, my lady, I give you my word.
I’ll take the opal bullets with your caricature name, and
I’ll catch your all tears from the Autumn Diamond Rain.
We can send the Summer to the stone age in a trance
I can’t promise forever but I’ll promise I’ll take a chance.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
I was wishing without a scepter,
and the lightning struck my face.
Bones melting from your brilliance,
heart shattered by your grace.
You chose to wed a malcontent
for reasons known to Dogs.
I never knew the glow of love
Could shine so brightly through the fog.
This dusty dawn died slowly
While typewriters typed nights away,
but when you gamble all your love
that's the price that must be payed.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Standing on shores with a sunset so brilliant;
setting up camp in the sands.
I'll burn the bonfire till your name catches flame
I don't know what I did, but I feel so ashamed.
Why lie to a person so enthralled in your thought,
just lead them on a noose to a cliff.
The stool is not broken so just give it a kick,
and I'll tumble on down to the waters.
I walked into town after sand became glass,
and I conversed with a mad bartender.
He said, "son, listen here. don't waste your time with beer,
'cause you're caught just like a deer in a storm."
I said to him, "man, just give me your nastiest poison
I'm lookin' to nullify these neurons."
He filled up glass fast with a laugh and like that
I was knocked on my *** like a child.
The storms came in, not too long after;
a maelstrom of vicious intent.
But suddenly light broke,
I was soon filled with laughter.
The past is nothing but a joke.
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC