Words won’t save you
Only you can save you

Words help but fade
Of mud stuck in the shoe
Scraping it off right away.

We all can dip in the sea
Of reality and sink and see
That some are frowning with money
All around them
and others eat bread and water
Without giving up.

Little girls die in woods
and the molester gets hanged

All little things happening
Right now behind you in a
Sphere of water and dirt.

Your green grass shines.
Others grass burns slowly,
Dries and dies slowly.

When will I reach fifty?
This world seems already dead.
What world looks away from help
something is wrong with
Some people.
Something is wrong with me
Some days.

who now sleeps in your tides of a body?
now I give up
The bed,
The food,
The time
Lives.

I don’t think heaven is here
I don’t believe in your god
Take me away to
another soft tide of a body
The milk shades in rooms

naked people on streets
The homeless finally smile.

I don’t know if women ever
imagine a man crying,
in his room while nothing
plays, and the quiet
makes him more sad.

you see a woman break down;
easily and how a man stands there
looking at his father or mother’s
grave, and doesn’t cry ever.

some men think if you
cry,
you are weaker than the dirt that
sinks in your shoes.

Hell I cried one night
after seeing a young
woman
who I thought I loved,
and all I did was
pour that liquor down
to the liver and make
me smile again.
you *******.


I saw my baby sister’s
grave and held on steady,
but we kept on going to
other known graves,
and the steadiness of
tears on me.
flowed on out
like the river rising
and killing us all.

I don’t mess around
and we know
we’ve put a lot of
love and damage
in each other

I play the act of
the unknown
genius
someone who
puts words
into the blender
and makes art

a bed will
carry
*** and death
around
until it breaks

most people are
broken people
watching other people
that can beat it all
and live again
they have the secret
but really there is no secret

winning the slots

but the money never returns

and seeing drunk eyes

look into my eyes

The money never wins

The defeat,

and the social clock destroyed.

where I could be in a factory

helping to build you a new car,

I rather burn and sit,

it fits the situation perfectly.

I feel sad,

but it’s better to live with

that light shining out your eyes.

I write better half drunk

with the moon in a lonesome

room feeling pathetic,

wanting the old you back.

love burns my insides

and my heart races.

I can’t think right now,

tonight you could’ve been

my home.

but other bodies will tumble

on beds with burning love.

we aren’t those things anymore,

my garden dies from the cold,

the factory is calling me back.

the other body

the kid who enters the other body to find a new miracle

will never find his true self.

Taking his virginity of life

will never satisfy the way he sees

the other side.