I was supposed to remember
That thing I thought of last night
But I guess it's self-evident by now
That I don't.

Baby I've been drinking about you
like I need new brakes;

I just can't stop.

yeah words and ****
look at these words
read this **** man
yeah
******* poetry and **** yo
whatever dude

I hate you and want you to die,
just keep the **** out of my eyes
and don't ever try
to love me again.

But please,
please,
love me again.

Let's get lost together,
you can lead me on.
I don't know where to go anyway,
I'll happily tag along.
Call me your sad puppy,
or don't call me at all.
You can lead me on.

I found myself
in this repeating song
of when we were right
and when we were wrong
but I never complained,
or doubted your love,
I just led you on.

So baby it's your turn,
now that I need you
you can lead me on.

I just hope it doesn't burn
because I can't leave you
when you're already gone.

so dull my tongue
with your sandpaper ears

and now that we're older
maybe the difference in years
just won't matter

because I don't care anymore
and you should've seen that
from the other side of the door

**** is running in rivulets
into this keyboard, pouring
from the ends of my fingertips,
and it paints these words brown.

Just like my eyes.

Can you smell it?

I only like you when your drunk
so save me for later.
Because I don't really care about you
I just care how much you care about me.
So sail with me, are you seaworthy?
Seven shots of brandy,
seven beers,
try and keep up, okay?

Just another reason to drink
and be miserable.

Like, oh great,
I was ******* born
however many years ago.

I dont remember exiting
my mother's womb,
so I'll make sure I do my best
to forget the anniversary of it.

*******.

She's ******* ****,
like biting your lower lip and
pulling your hair out ****.
Lazy Sunday morning ****,
the kind of **** that lingers
and continues to surprise me
when I least expect it.

My teeth ache in yearning
to knot my fingers up in
her oceanic waves,
my teeth ache for her
on the bridge above.

An arctic smile,
pockets full of tissues,
floral aromas mingled
with talc and perfume.

The waiting.

A line forming,
A line dwindling,
bottoms finding chairs,
and you're dead.

The reading.

Crying, sniffling,
snot flying,
you can taste it
in the air.

The prayers.

It feels like
the hospitals
all over again,
but for the last time.

Tongues tied and covered in ink,
choking on the ashes of thought.

Mindfires burning eternally
so we all write it all out.

every pair of headlights
in the rear-view mirror
follow me endlessly

and I swear
I SWEAR
I hear footsteps downstairs

Twenty-six is meaningless,
for at least two years.
I'm too busy living in the past
to endorse future fears.

I was sound asleep and
lost inside of a particularly
lovely dream when a rustling
noise stirred me from my
repose. I rolled over in bed
and reached for her head
as the lights in the hallway
flicked on.

Her pillow was empty but
still warm, and when my eyes
adjusted to the dim I could
see her shadow stretching
from the bathroom.

I sat up in bed and felt my
heart sinking somewhere
down by my navel when
she walked back in the room,
stopping when she saw
me sitting up.
I didn't say anything.
I knew what was going on,
and I told her that I knew
by raising my eyebrows and
looking deeply into her eyes.

She teared up, and wiped
it away. Then broke our
silent conversation off by
looking away and packing
her clothes into bags. I
still said nothing, but just
watched her pace back and
forth about the room,
gathering random possessions.

She turned at the doorway
and started to say something
but I wasn't listening. She was
already gone in my mind,
so I just got up and turned
the lights off.

I layed back down when
I heard the car start outside,
and closed my eyes to the
dwindling headlights.

"Goodmorning"
says the *****

There's a thunderstorm in the sunlight
beneath the sky we share.
Yet it just doesn't seem quite right
without having you here.

So I'll make do just killing time
waiting for the rain to quit,
because once I can call you mine
I'll be happy that I did.

Then we can scour the earth
in search of those bright grey days
that made the wait worth
spending it alone in the rain.

The monkey leaned down,
whispered in my ear
"Don't forget to pick up more beer."

I nodded in agreement,
I nodded in rhythm
with the demons' song.

They whistled and
they smiled and
did the backstroke,
jauntily along,
through the river of whiskey
that I had tried
to drown them with.

A thousand-toothed yawn,
the monster finds it all too easy.

I don't even put up a fight,
I sit down at night
and forget.

I forgot.

Little Timmy had a tiny ****.

He ****** and he ******,
but women never noticed him.

He could go for hours on end,
plowing and ******* again and again.

He ******* more women than anyone around
and not one of them ever noticed, nor muttered a sound.

But he got his satisfaction, one stroke at a time,
and remembered them all in his tiny little mind.

Let's tie our
shadows in a knot.

They writhe
on the bedroom wall.

Bedside lamp bathes
with light.

Sheets piled up
every night.

Let's tie our
shadows in a knot,

make them dance
on the bedroom wall.

Bugged out,
awake all night
and the ocean
is seeping through cracks in my lips.

Now, don't get lost my darling,
Williamsport's forgotten,
don't you lie my darling,
your love is the ocean.

Turn around and walk away
from everyone that loves you.

All roads lead to a stop sign.

I've got a six pack, flexing
at the mirror with these beer muscles
and I'm in a fist fight
with my very life tonight
but reality just keeps
knocking me on my ****** ***.

I parked here first
so where'd these cars come from
surrounding my dented truck
like a ******* funeral
around a hearse.

hhahhahahahahah
hahahahah
hahahahahaah
haha

Light freezes in the moments before impact,
tiny details become pronounced and defined.

Double yellow lines streak by underneath,
the windshield fogs from heavy breaths confined.

Trees blur and bend on either side,
the engine screams in protest at being redlined.

Tires squeal and shriek, brakes lock and smoke,
flesh and metal become tangible and intertwined.

The last things he ever heard
were her piercing screams
from the seat adjacent.

The last things she ever saw
were twin oncoming headlights
illuminating his lunatic smile.

are you dead too?

Everything
I don't want to do

Is secretly
Everything
That I do want to do

Always **Empty Inside, Often Unstable
& sometimes Yellow.

I quit tomorrow
yesterday failed
don't look for me
I'm already gone

Elusive futures
evading my touch
lend me hope
in times of such
sincerity

****, how many shots was it?
I think, looking down at the ashtray,
7... 8... 9 BUTTS?*
I smoke a cigarette
every time I take a shot.

Well ****, no wonder then.
Oh ****,
who are you again?

When I decide to "tag" something I've written,
I go to the homepage and just copy what's trendy.

Got home,
kicked my shoes off,
and removed my jacket
as I strolled toward
the dear refrigerator.

Got beer,
sat before the computer,
and banked my weary brain
off of the backboard and
it swished into the garbage.

Baby I hope you can run
faster than your mascara,

because a little sobbing
won't stop me now.

We re-wrote the whole thing,
from the beginning to the end,
over and over and over again.

Clean your plate.

The rising sun casts
shallow shadows along
the ******* riptide.

Together we float
facing the receding
darkness of the beach.

In the morning twilight
we separate from the way
everyone else spent their day.

Ashes are so romantic,
you can keep your rose petals,

wilting, and bruised.

I'll be happy with a few candles,
and a duvet of ashes.

The gunpowder smoke burned
and stung my sight,
as the vibrations shuddered
and rattled the room.

The bullets flew
in deafening sound
like death-drums.

Holes appeared like eyes in the dark,
staring at unaware prey.
Spouting red essence in rhythm
with heart beats.

And I stood,
praying for silence
with my ears ringing.

Light the blues shine though
on the withered voice of you
while walking so elegantly into
the dingy reeking bar where two
guys, and one gal speak the truth.