I don't feel like a writer
I feel like a wave grazer
In search of the perfect
surf under a lantern moon

How shallow do you have to be
before I can walk on water
There's dew on the grass
am I getting warmer
Look at me like I don't exist
Look at me with pure disgust
Adjust the pressure and let it rust
Throw away the keys it could be fun

Undesirable
slap jaw crooked smile
Undesirable
Where the wild things crawl
Undesirable

**** an S.
I wear an exit stage left on my chest.
A breast plate displaced by the lashes
of a thousand tiny reclusive phantoms suppressed.
A warning to the weary, starry-eyed tooth fairy running laps around 32 ivory reasons for being.
For when the calamity collapse
and your left wondering, "What's next?"
Here! Here! Sir! "Exit stage left." Watch your step.

I woke to a wake of buzzards feasting on my ulsers
when all the sudden, I hear something come bubbling up from the vultures, "You need to soul search."
I thought to myself, "Takes one to know one" then proceeded to stick my ******* tongue out.

Undesirable
slap jaw crooked smile
Undesirable
Where the wild things crawl
Undesirable

My life's an anagram scrambled on the daily by the toddler tendencies of a **** drunk humanity

Single handedly scribbling lines into the sands of my sanity

like a sapling wrathfully thumbing it's hancock through the dew drops atop my glass canopy

I see you wear a choke collar contrived from the lies they forced you to swallow.

How appropriate your words must taste when the time comes to make your case and the syllables stumble from your drunken tongue, fumbling any sense of pace.

And the bracelet strangling your wrist, proclaiming peace for all the world to see, screams I'm corporate faith contagious.

Hear my pleas or bleed my blood, I am the werewolf under the drooling moon howling for mother monsoon.

The shell on my back's weathered and cracked, harpoon riddled from when Ahab attacked.

Undesirable
slap jaw crooked smile
Undesirable
Where the wild things crawl
Undesirable

**** an S.
I wear an exit stage left on my chest.
A breast plate displaced by the lashes
of a thousand tiny reclusive phantoms suppressed.
A warning to the weary, starry-eyed tooth fairy running laps around 32 ivory reasons for being.
For when the calamity collapse
and your left wondering, "What's next?"
Here! Here, Sir! "Exit stage left." Watch your next step.

I woke to a wake of buzzards feasting on my ulsers
when all the sudden, I hear something come bubbling up from the vultures, "You need to soul search."
I thought to myself, "Takes one to know one" then proceeded to stick my ******* tongue out.

Undesirable
slap jaw crooked smile
Undesirable
Where the wild things crawl
Undesirable

The driveway's looking more like a rattlesnake
with fangs hanging halfway over home plate.
There's barricade tape draped around the landscape.
'Garden Gnomes like, "It's for your own safety."
Diamond dazed by the street light's preacher gaze
when a great escape turns into "The Great Escape."
More in common with a bucket of maggots  
than scabs in a satchel scared of the fabric.
So I went from hobbyist to a full fledged addict
with the mindset of "let's see what happens.''
Sat back and sprouted some wings like a snapdragon
then proceeded to prep the bandwagon with laughter.

Loaded jaw - corner pocket eight ball
"Scratch that" lifestyle etched on
the sidewalls of his eye hole like
he didn't already have enough scribble
filtered into his thought bubble

Every red light is just another excuse
that I use to produce more volume.
It's a habit that I'd like to kick, but
where's the fun in letting reality win?

Thoughts of an elephant's walk
to help usher the pedestrians along.
It's the only way that I can make it through
the fray without feeling a step out of place.

Less a statement than it is an S.O.S.
A special request for the rightful ruler
of senseless vengeance in the lane over.
I'm the kid with a stick poking tension
like look mom I think it's playing Rapture.

I'm on a mission.
Where's the launch button?
I'm on a mission.
Where's the launch button?

I was thumbing through some
old pictures of you just now.
You know, the ones where we
would swear it all lasted forever.
I'd do anything to crawl back inside
those moments as if they were a cabin
tucked within a forest and my life
the blizzard which never seems to end.
I could only get so far before my heart
played the contortionist. I've missed so
much of your life. We've now been apart
for nearly as long as we were together.
I can't think that sentence without feeling
like I've misplaced a step or two. I wish
I knew you now. I'm sorry I wasn't there.

When my battery dies
And you can't recall my voice
Just know I could've charged it
But it was you I thought of first

A mushroom cloud apocalypse
minus blistered skin competence
Who knew a disaster could be had
while fickle branches brave the blast

Woe are the men
       who find no start
                Brittle be their
                        filament hearts
                        Angst in the air
                      sparks retreat
            like tainted pollen
to finicky bees

Prime initiative firing
on coke bottle cylinders.
A stitch past wearily;
his cognitive delirium
breeds an alien's barbarity.

No flare for a sailor to see,
the stillborn sea devours
his Saturn Missile pleas
like a herbivore foraging
fields of forever greens.

Castaway calluses stack
for an armor-clad effect.
Think homemade tank flesh
for a rainy day's doom flash.
Clickety clack... he's on track.

The Lotus's control is unknown.
Best take a backstroke anyway, folks.
An avalanche throne only holds
'til the caveman's stone is thrown
Black hole tenacity God couldn't close.

Star soot in the wind
Abandoned planet condemned
Soundless thunder dims

Earthworm whiskers stiff with the tension
of a trillion switchboards hissing,
"Mister! Mister! Avoid the 5th dimension!"

More a prison than a picture diminished,
riddled by the Sandman's sentence;
it's a place to the brim with tremptress physics.

Tailor fitted to the yearn for specifics
of a half-pint's peaked interest
like the mantelpiece of an Anglerfish.

Baby, all I wanna do
shake your mountain dew.
Maybe if we're lucky it'll
glass snake that makeup too.
Who knows we could have
a tangible breakthrough like
frontier scientists tinkering
with love's tyrannical hue.

Never played well with others
Got tooth decay blisters for bubbles
Prime numbers fester in the hundreds
like swine flu in the midst of summer

We waited with that
white porcelain cat patience
for what seemed like
a generation of "Here, take this."
Our beaded eyes chased
fixed faces strung up like
the flowers on wallpaper
A wishful widow's last request
stack her particles past heaven's gates
but tobacco tainted lips grant you
everlasting peace at the cost of a kiss

Eat, sleep, regurgitate dreams
revolution of the mind is needed
we are what we are fish to the string

Eat, sleep, regurgitate dreams
evolution of the mind indeed
we are what we are fish to the stream

Baby, hit that space bar
one more time and give me
something deep to embark.
You're not the only one trying
to find some peace of mind
locked away behind these
falling lines.

Pretty little words filled
with all sorts of quirky verbs.
They're like Lego's resting on
your chest - building blocks
of distress you could never resist.

Take my hand and fly away
let the keys open your heart
and expose it to the world within.

My skin keeps falling off
an apple leaves the tree 'n' heads south
I heard their seeds set you free
somewhere in between the seams
Near the river where the sky melts
I found you playing by yourself

Late night therapy well past twelve
Remote control my feelings for a spell
mute my mouth and all it's pretty sounds
Who have I become when no ones around
A robot dancing alone never excelled
remove my bones show me how it's done


My life's a carousel
of white noise that I found
The static keeps me happy
The static keeps me happy
The static keeps me happy
My skin keeps falling off

There's a voice in my head
that I can't quite shake
always beating round the bush
when the sun gets baked

"1 2 and a tie my shoe"
at least that's what they told me
back when I was around 3.. or 4
Who am I kidding?
Who am I pretending
to be if it isn't really me

Somebody could you help me
oh somebody could you please
remind me of what it means
to color outside of these little blue lines

Inside my mind your the finest
thing since land before time
and i'm dying to know if you know