tuck me into a bed of lies
of you saying you love me one day
and you hate me the next

chain me down
with thoughts of you and her together
while you touch her the way you did me

suffocate me
with endless days of longing
of reaching for you and getting nothing

beat me
with abusive words
when inside i know you think differently

just free me
let me go
before i go crazy

Sing a sad song
about a place that never existed
And twist it to suit yourself

Dream about a time
You barely missed and
be bad to your health

Cause she'll only be here once
And you've tried to hard
To take this lighthearted
and not give her your card

Nothing truly crosses over
It gets stuck some place in the fray
But if I have to choose between the both
I'd lose your business in the gray.

I should be glad of loneliness
And hours that go on broken wings,
A thirsty body, a tired heart
And the unchanging ache of things,
If I could make a single song
As lovely and as full of light,
As hushed and brief as a falling star
On a winter night.

My poem lay
in fragments
over my desk.

I tried to sculpt it to my will
but it only cut
my flesh -

tried for hours, days, weeks,
slicing myself more, coating it
with my dried blood.

Hordes of flies reveled in my poem.
Disease infested, it only grew
until that came

blasting through
my dead-bolt door.
Your toad of a poem arrived,

feasted itself on my massive poem
unyielding, even when it grew full.
It wouldn't stop

Exploding, a sickening squirt.
Flies, blood, entrails,
bile, and shards

enveloped me, my house
with a vast loden fog killing
my neighbor's pit bull.

I called you on the phone
said ****
said I had a twenty pound sledge.

A twenty pound sledge
and was coming over to thank you.

Drip Drop Splash
Thought trickling in transit
descended from where,
from what?
To where? For what?
For good, bad or squat?
To follow or to watch,
To be pursued or forgot,
Intelligent or not
They fall into the eternal pool
Whats next?

I am no judge to you.
     but I can feel your eyes burning a hole.
I do not wish to compare
     but i can feel your shadow blocking out the sun.

All I yearn for is the touch of the sun
     burning my skin,
          instead i feel the hatred.

I wonder,
     if I could move you
and eliminate the shadow you cast,
     if I could feel a different kind life.

I wonder,
     if I were to break free
from all of you and your society,
     if I could be seen once more.

And now,
     since i did not move you
     since i am chained
I am alone
I am cold
I am dead.

An ocean of thoughts
inside my lungs
suffocating me.
At night
I carve shadows
slowly down my arms,
feel rivers of words
drop onto the white tiles.
The water surrounds me
and I surface
begging to breathe.

In the morning
I wake with wet hair
my sleeves scratch
against the memories.
And the tide ebbs, and the tide flows.

She by him like an angel always stood.
Her presence often gave him true joy
And warmth, her words were like food
To his soul, and never was his love coy
In her heart, nor was her affection with
Guile beclouded too. She's a babe unique--
Decking out in virtue, diligence and divine wit,
One that could make mortal men weak.
Howbeit she has left him in the lurch all alone,
His life and authorship to paddle on his own.