I never knew a girl named June,
Never knew a girl named May.
The fourth of July was my baby's favorite holiday.
When explosions rocked the sky
With colors and festive flare,
And the smell of burning paper
Filled the nighttime air;
For her, this was the happiest time of the year.

It must be true
About the lost and found
That get around,
Believin'

The green
Could be much greener;
The scenery
Just over there.

When hair
Begins to thin
And you can't start again,
Don't care.

The *****
Stuck to the thigh,
Hello, goodnight,
Sweet dreamin'.

When all that's left
Is the lost and found,
Wash it down
With the tears wept.

Grayyyveh,
Grayveh traaaain,

Sauce me dowwwn now,
Fill me uuup.

Grayyyveh,
Grayveh traaaain,

Wash me 'wayyy now,
Go on, take away.

Run me ovuh,
With that traaain,

It feels good, baybeh
Leave them stains.

Inspired to quit.
Perspire and spit.
Let them know it.
Flames grow silent.

Kick a pile of ****.
Track it on the carpet.
Lick a mile of mint.
Try to hide the scent.

Use it for the moment.
Hate it for the moment.
Confused in the moment.
Trade it for the moment.
Abuse it for the moment.
Use it for the moment.
Use it in this moment.
Use it in this moment.

"You are gonna die,"
Creation signs in braille;
Sun for the blind eye.

A word or two
For the sky so blue.

Just kidding, I lied,
That's four or five.

Slam some clam
Catch some ******
Pound some mound
Traverse the meat purse

Heave the wizard sleeve
Slip into some snipper
Push on the bush
Dine on the wavy line

Stab at the grabber
Lick the prickle
Hit the slit
Slap the trap

Splash into the ****
Embellish the crevice
Wrench the trench
Budge the drudge

Sink it in the pink
Swish some fish
Stir some fur
Plunk some dunk

Root the coot'
Revel in the bevels
Loosen the pin-cushion
Feel up the lip cup

Drop on the crop
Press the crest
Rout the pout
Rub the slick muffin

Ride the great divide
Stick it in the bald biscuit
Brave the love cave
Rough up the bunny tuft

Power the flower
Sock the wallet
Ruffle the pink truffle
Rock the tackle box

Who dropped a hat?
Now I'm ******, look at that.
Oh, nobody did?
Same effect, mad again.

It's funny, it's sad.
Calm down, lad!
It'll be fine, wait,
On a dime turned irate.
Off the tracks,
In the yard.
Jokers face
On every card
Look out,
Chugga choo.
Metal storm
Boom boom
In your
Living room
Going and
It's going
And it's
Down
The hall
Walk-in closet gone
All the hats fall.

I've been sitting here
Writing and deleting
For hours now
And this
Is what
You get.

This sad excuse for an
Expression.
This
Unsatisfying
Pointless
Slapping together of words
That only exist now
For your amusement.
So laugh.

Life is short,

And judgement
Is godly.

Whenever I make bad decisions,
I make sure to take off any gifts from the family.
That way,
If I do die, they can think I just forgot their love was there.

I take it personally.
It bites me to the bone.
You take what I have grown,
Then call it my folly.

I won't be sorry,
When you are without home,
No need to have a phone
Because nobody's calling.

I hope your eyes open wide,
To be pecked out of your head,
So you can see the red issuing
From your innocent white lies.

I watched you
From my bedroom window.
Through the pines
I followed your steps
Going down the hill.
I saw you wait
At the foot of my drive
For life to come and
Sweep you off your feet.

A handful of moons
Cracked the pipe dream,
And I was there
To lick the wounds.

I watched as the fire
Gave a few heartfelt pops,
Then sunk into a bed of embers.
I don't think either of us
Expected to share that bed.

When I lose count
Of our satellite's transit,
When I lose it all
In the turning,

I'll be here;
A willing host for
The parasite of love.

A soft caress of a palm glide,
A kiss for each temple,
A wispy sigh.

The bugs drink my blood like wine
As I bathe in that moment,
Crystallized in time.

When the counter's wet
When the sink's a mess
When the floor is sticky
With every step
When the crust is set
When the bugs ain't coy
When molds collect
When disease employs
I won't  clean it.


When the milk spoils
When the cereal is grey
When the veggies are old
When the fruits decay
When the cookies are clay
When the jelly is white
When the bread can't break
When the nuts have mites
I won't throw any of it away.

Pull the foliage;
Let the inner nodes get light.
Watch the plant prosper.

Damage the main line.
Like a twisted deity
Inspire instinct.

Care. Do not smother.
Give time and space to expand
The seed you planted.

Sticks and stones make homes,
Which hold a far greater threat
Than broken bones.

Silent prayer heard,
The cosmic wheel catches gear
And away we go.

Twisted tongue spits,
Cooking God only knows what
Over hellfire.

Waiting for passion,
Mountains crumble, oceans wax
With or without you.

I poison myself to see what waits for me
In the darkness of my mind. My body
Holds these chemicals tentatively,
Like an atom exchanging electrons
To see what else they could be.
Destroying is only the gates swinging wide
For creation. Creation is the tide
Lapsing into destruction. Elation
Follows when you begin erasing
The sickly world for which you've acquired taste.
I poison myself and let fall from the bones
Rotting flesh, slopping off in full ideas
Of gluttonous consent. My peers
Before me do the same, and will after
I'm gone to the here after, after here.
This figment of a collective imagination,
These walls towering over our conscious spaces;
I set the fire on my side of the fence:
I want to see where the birds went.

There is death for many in the past,

But not I;
I learned to turn upward the eye.


There is death for many in the grass,

But not I;
I climb the blade, and see far and wide.


There is death for many in the leaves,

But not I;
I breathe in their life to stay alive


There is death for many in the trees,

But not I;
I climb their length, and perceive from on high.


There is death for many in the water,

But not I;
I stay afloat and never capsize.


There is death for many where it's hotter,

But not I;
I bleed the waters from deep within my mind.


There is death for many in the teams,

But not I;
I grew silence, and I grew wise.


There is death for many in their dreams,

But not I;
My creations, all burn bright.


In the night,
In the dark wind,
Most send their intentions to the grave;
Slaves tied to the unspent sensations
Of being alive.

Average guy tried to kick the snake, so it bit him
He could feel the venom
A similar incentive

Unnecessary villain
Made necessary by
The collective litter
Turning sweet fruit bitter

Dead, outdated, old, torn, faded
Shredded like cheese and fried like bacon
This particular cluster of mustered up star junk
Thought he hit rock bottom, then he sunk
What poor luck
Catch him on the breeze, going easy
Like a silent ****
Can't get a start *** he ****** on all the
Fire sparks
A bag of bones, regret, dusty reminiscings
Of things that weren't quite what they seemed
Hear him clearly...
For he is half deaf.
He would have more now
If he had but a fraction of what he left behind.
Look him in the eyes but he won't look back.
He's starting to see knives more like thumb tacks
Post your problem right next to the spine.

Maybe he could feel it but his brain is numb
Strung up and dumbed down,
A real ****** conundrum
...He has no hooks to spit
They tell him the bait choice is sick
But hardly any fish ever bit
So he sits in the sinking pit
Throwing rocks
Timing the bonks with the tick tocks.
Some say he'd really **** time if he had the chance
All the mind's romancin' reminds him of failed plans
He can't stand and see around,
When they told him to break a leg
He broke both just by casually leaning on em.

Seasons plot them uniform catastrophes;
Explosions of flowers weeds bugs trees, all so casually.
Compare that to this extremely sophisticated being
Flailing at every turn, constantly miscommunicating.
It's funny. A divine comedy. He begs the world "try me"
Then sits back n relaxes, crumbling the ivory tower
Just to build another one, then another, then
Cannibalize the next for another, self perpetuating blunder

There can't be sharks in chlorine water.
Dip toe just to be sure it's ok,
The temperature, anyway.
Always, always, picking at everything..
Just give in and swim.

The fear of sharks in poisonous water:
give all of your hopes away.
Soon is coming the day when
You'll dive right in to uncover
The true fiend lying in plain sight
Underwater..

Emptiness

Reaper pour the poison steeper than the misty peaks, thicker than their majesty, quicker than the light can reach,
Reaper pour the poison deeper than the mind can think,  sweeter than the tooth can eat, rivers flow and waters meet, undertow come to surround me, pull me out to peaceful sleep

Why now, why not then
Stuck in the cliché of
"What could've been"

Sun rise, then sun rise again.
A cosmic punchline
For the hearts of men

Breathe in dust and dead skin.
Finish up your ****, and
Do try to grin.

Nobody noticed
the elephant in the room,
was dissipating.

Swallowed by the shade
you thought only tomorrow
kept round the corner.

Forgot the reason
it was there. Forgot all the
faces it called life.

I can't help myself.
There's disaster everywhere,
teeth in every smile.


I can't help you now.
My hands are being washed clean
along with my mind.

Some days ago I realized I'm only getting older
So I tried to be bolder, shake the whole world off my shoulders
My failure has only made me colder
The fire inside, unfed and dying
I can't keep track of all the times I tried to hold her memory
Tried to forget all the lies I told her, silly
And all the lies told to me I let them roll over
Like Sisyphus and his boulder, forever crushing my four leaf clover

Deceit bred a hate I held dearly
A fear grew from what I'd see if I ever saw clearly
I drink what I drank and deny insanity
Still hoping for the change to spawn from monotony

To be continued, I'll see you when I see you
Today tonight tomorrow, next year, anywho
I'll still be a fool and you'll still be a queen
A jester in your court till the fat lady sings

The terror begins when each foot,
falling in front of the other,
echoes eternity lost in waters
as shallow as the words
that first breathed the waves to motion.

The terror begins when you realize
there's no need to run;
You're walking slowly
but surely
towards the finish line.

I've grown tired of the clear cut clarity
endowed to this lower being of which
I am witness.

Rather I should say,  I await the day
this lesser of three rises up to meet
the highest.

It really is a drag to pack bags so often,
hoping it will end a little differently
this time.

Rather I should say, hoping for beginnings
with rhymes of the reason, yea the reason
of rhyme.

Running through life,
not knowing exactly
where I'm goin',
or what I'm passing by;

It's always good to lie
down.

The blood in my cries
should let you know that
I'm just like you,
I'll slowly but surely die.

No need to cry,
now.



Solutions
are only
tem po rary,

when you solve
your problems
by being
a *******
clown.



Confusion's
the cornerstone
you'll marry,

if you go in search
for the meaning
behind the hounds.

I'm moving again.
Back down to the sunshine state
to let my sun shine.

The grass is greener
in this particular case,
so away I go.

I wish that 'someone'
would come with me, but I know
it's too late for that.

I thought I was there,
down at rock bottom, but now
I know it's deeper.

I fight the free fall
back to where it all began.
.. so away I go.

Wanting what's wanted and doing what's to be done leaves only what is seen to be seen but wanting what's wanted and doing nothing at all might bring peace swiftly or slowly in joy or misery so wanting what's wanted and running from it all does nothing at all except ruin it all so wanting what's wanted and acting from the heart in my experience is to plant a knife deep from the start so wanting what's wanted and ignoring your part in the world is the safe and easy way off the edge and I'm falling so wanting what's wanted and saying you'll do without is the evil vine strangling what would be devout following of truth and harmony so wanting what's wanted and digging a hole of possibility leaves nothing to see sprinkled with joy and misery basically seasoning nothing to ruin bleeding sincerity quietly locked in terminal velocity with the noose of neglect catching quickl-

I don't know what I was thinking
I couldn't say what should be said
I think this is why most start drinking

You can't **** what's already dead
It's really got me thinking
Of things that shouldn't be said

General health is sinking
Sunk mind in an ugly head
Rotting teeth start stinking

Look at where love led
Chains of intricate linking
Ironically tied to the tool shed

All that has bitten has let blood
All that has struck gives in
All that has held lets go
All that has feared now loves
All that was lost now given
All that was stopped now flows

You are the center
Through the heart it will enter
Saturn's task to the sun

'Right' being the word for
those things I never do.

'Right' being the word for
those things I choose to
ignore.





Write me up a story,
telling me about the world.

Something soft and cozy,
with a tinge of scorn.








Blinded by morning glory,
saved by a girl.

'Right' being the word for
those things I choose to
ignore.

Yknow
I think you're pretty awesome
And I know I'm pretty ******
And I know that this is sappy but
When I'm with you I am happy
And that's a pretty big deal.
So tell me. How do you feel.

Something took away my eyes
Somethin made me forget my lines
What do I do? How will I make it through the night?
Everything in life seems to be passing me by,
I'm losing my mind with the passing of time,
I'm afraid...
                                             ...inside

Too late... to turn round.

Today...   I'll try to be...

Better...

                  Better....

           Than yesterday

For ****'s sake I can't make anything.
A life full of **** not worth measuring.
Don't be like me, rotting in monotony.
Write your pretty words and spell out love.
Sing your little songs and make your little comments,
Criticizing, inquiring, handing out compliments.
Potential hardly tapped, my drive already spent.
Don't slow to my crawl, fly away like a dove.

A weakness is in me
and it won't stop eating,
meeting the maker soon,
be sure to ask just who
my anger should go to,
I can't see due to bad weather,
I've noticed it gather
around storms
like they need to be wetter,
so I'm hanging on
to the hopes
for some clerk or
automated
directory
to show me the perks
of the concentrated misery
I sweat out like lighters
after you finally buy one,
when I finally fly out
of my skin
to the sun,
I hope I won
a few
tickets
for something fun
for my special someone
who's memory
is
a **** ton
to be
forgetting
so I don't,
I let it
keep eating.

I'm seeing things, I'm going crazy, maybe.
Perhaps it's the grounds, breaking for daisies.
Flowers I sniff, for walking I'm too lazy.
Lounging around in a plot like a snake,

Serpentine the bush shake, laying low.
Nadir of suffering; dark night of the soul.
My will and my desire perpetually unfold.
Unwound so many ties, I'm getting the flow.

Dear God,
Flowers need spit to grow.

Dear God,
Flowers need spit to grow.

Silence is silver in winter,
Green is gold in snow.

Dear God,
Flowers need spit to grow

When my time

Blows out of my hands

Like the sands of some
Long-forgotten sea,

Scraping off ****** debris
Into dustdevils of misery

Poisoning my well-being,

I am afraid.




When my shine

Blots out my thinking

Like the hands of some
Long-forgotten deity,

Strangling my ill feelings,

I feel a little insane.

It finds me down,
Out of air and *****.
It finds me sour.
These lemons really ****.

It finds me slipping
On rocks that used to support.
Getting lost in reminiscing:
To this, I now resort.
~
You found me at my worst
And raised me lovingly.
Our ideal bubble burst
And scattered vicious seeds.

So I found a way
To give you wings to fly.
I made myself the enemy
And in the same breath, died.
~
Please stop finding me.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Let the dead turn in their graves
Away from prying eyes.

I had plans, I had dreams.
I have venom, I have nothing.
I was healthy, I was clean.
I am sick, I am *****.
I could walk, I could run.
I can lie; be no fun.
I would try, I would do.
Now I fester, now I brood.
If I leave, If I go,
Would you care, and tell me so?
This is where I would restart
If I had a brain or heart.
But they were both claimed long ago
Because my being tells me so.
I should breathe, get off my chest
This wicked thing of pure regret.
It's arrested me. Sentenced me to death.
Am I hopeless now? No chances left?
Just shackled down to all that's left
Of this empty life, all stained bereft?