Tight green youth gives way to age
The very beginnings of autumn
Are opening up throughout my body

The winter wind makes my peering eyes bleak
But under ***** of skin they hold strong

They hold off the fall

Taut vocal chords begin to loosen up,
Growth is over. The plateaued body, now
Only weathers and wanes.

I still believe in scarring muscle tissue
And the marvelous plasticity of the brain.
I know
Our love has streaks of green the whole way.

So bask in nutrition,
And love to maintain.

But I know it is right,
That black Death sidles its way between me
I don't know if it's good
And I don't know when I'll die
But that's the way it goes,
And I think it must be right.

You are
Not the numbers
You're su-
percomposite

And when the numbers aren't mine,
I never blame it on you.

We will run the numbers
Hands locked in a promise
We're supercomposite
I never blame it on you

So please
When you look at me
Oh, nevermind
Well, you can see

So please
When I let you down
We ran the numbers
And we didn't have it

But we've escaped the surface
Don't ask, it was worth it
We changed our perspective
And now my neck is a little sore

But I've got my jugular
Filled with molten iron
I'm forging a weapon
Sharp enough to slit their throats

So please
When we run the numbers
They don't have throats
It's a separation

So please
Panpsychist lover
It's even stevens
Even for non-vegans

When will you see that nothing's wrong?
I know you think the notion stark,
But why are all your words so dark,
When your whole world is full of light?

We are alive and doing fine
I've learned to read between the lines
My comprehension comes and goes
Just like the sand between my toes

Yes the shadows are woven in
Only they're not woven
They're more like tears
That was my pride, I'm sorry
I let it get the best of me.
There's nothing to say,
Only to live this to the end.

And we will always be friends

Nothing is perfect, I know that
I only live in the present tense
The hardest sensation gets us there
But I'll never feel prepared

And even if you cast me out
I will always be okay
Here in your patient tender heart
The worst of it has not come today

Yes the shadows are woven in
Only they're not woven
They're more like tears
That was my pride, I'm sorry
I let it get the best of me.
There's nothing to say,
Only to live this to the end.

And we will always be friends

I know I seem cruel from this vantage
There isn't much that I can do
Or I could try, but I'd eventually run out
And that just never works for you

The universe can be a cold place
I didn't know it was just me
Until we ran into those problems
But we don't have problems
Nothing is broken
We're doing fine
I swear we're alright

Yes the shadows are woven in
Only they're not woven
They're more like tears
That was my pride, I'm sorry
I let it get the best of me.
There's nothing to say,
Only to live this to the end.

And we will always be friends

Now I've gone off the deep end

I could spend lots of time on these but mostly I'm just venting. I realize they're... what they are, haha

The vines of chronos are finding me
Like they find everyone
My face is changing,
A body waning

Where every iota of action
Constitutes a bad habit
Wearing out tissues
Where teeth grit and eyes narrow

The shrine, the chisel
The botched job
Around infinite hearth
Sclerotic vines, take your time
There is still work to be done.

I hear percussive chords
Of ****** time--
*** is in the next room
And I am just a tangent

But move gently off that bruise,
A look, a caress and you're mine
As far as we're tangled
A ******* in vines.

Constrict my nerves
Press out their promise
Chisel the marble
A relief--
A twisting
Of vine.

i see fear dancing like a fire on his mind
watching from a distance,
tortured nerve endings spit and seize
the field is burning
his limbs are flailing
smoke fills up his lungs

i know where that field is,
closer to here than i care to mention--
i have heard that it is dangerous;
i am not going there.

i'm watching him burn now--
and i do,
i feel sorry for him.

In a field somewhere your voice is smooth glass
I can trace with my finger and feel you sing
That thunder crashes all around
That lightning from celestial fingertips

And volcanic drums echo all around.

That's what my soul can be.

What's a little voltage drop
To a seasoned electrician?

Coming or going, I can never tell
If I think you're going
Does that ring some kind of bell?

But over time I notice changes
Oh yea, oh yea
I guess we ****.

And to come here was dumb,
It makes sense cuz from nothing
I'm here and there's all these books I'll never read,
Isn't that a concerning topic?

So it was dumb and it was dumb and it was dumb
Because I couldn't protect myself,
And I was just stimming in the basement the whole time.

But it's not just voltage drop, is it?

This is gonna hurt?

melancholia,
the slightest music of an evaporating fountain
a lack of reflection in the universe
making love to your death...

what is it about dreary days that remind us
to tuck our hands deep in our pockets
and stare through the earth
or stare through the sky?

and though the sun might be shining on us
or on the clouds overhead,
we are nestled among the ceaseless divisions
in a small nook between
entertaining hapless musics
a pause between strikes
the place where we can
or cannot
cry

when plans come together in a cadence scattered
when resolution insults its own definition
we give our hearts to sadness

i think because
there is too much space
in the universe
to fill

i used to be stronger,
i used to give a ****
i used to have a will to live
i used to feel that purpose,
just below the skin

now i'm digging deep
tearing off clumps of me
no, that was the wrong one
a mutilation mystery

o, slit my wilted wrists
get on with the rest
today won't please
so i'm waiting to go back

You are my waking grace.
Walking through the valley and the shadows of death,
Piercing my night with a holy moon.

You are the rising strength of languid muscles
Warm inside each of their bellies when cold apathy teases them
from all sides.

You're a person who is personless
I could never consider all of you
You meant me and you said me
Included me in all these things, and I
am just so honored.

I don't think it's hopeless.

I don't think it's depressing, no
Not even when it is.

I think you meant me and you said me
For no reason, for one reason,
and for infinite reasons.

I love you, and no thing
could ever, ever change that.

A fool made of stone
Grows a glint in the eye
Grows a crack in the foot
Slowly run up his thigh

A world to digest.
Rootless interplay means
The mad eyeball now seen flicking about
Surveying its last meal with insane hunger

A disease with no origin and no cure

The infinite fool is dead.
From the ruins climbs new life,
Totally convinced of itself
Wasting love in so many shapes
For the same girl.

And what did you slip into the water?
I catch glimpses of Lillith in the trees
I'm jealous cause she's the only one
Not on her knees
I'm worried you're tainted
You know that I am
I know that you're lying
But I'm alive all the same

I don't want to cling
To something other than me--
If I lie to myself
At least I can see

I have learned to wax my apples,
A simpering salesman
Awaiting your final visit.

Business could always boom,
But I just hate waxing apples--
I leave them naked by the bushel.

There is a weak genesis that strings me along each day,
I am looking for the strong one
That will break the morning's ice with exercise
That will learn about good investments and bad ones
And give to the self the gift of renaissance,
It is free,
Oh why are you even holding back?
You might be a little nervous, but

tonight i will pray
that every single human being dies soon

end our misery

you
sitting in the sunlight at your kitchen table
it is around 3 or 4 o clock on a Saturday
cold January Saturday
drinking a chai tea latte
from the coffee shop down the street

your lover, the strong man
who whooshed right past me years ago
brings you a soft warm hug from behind
you smile, half-surprised
and the two of you are beautiful.

me
biking home in the snow
eyes locked into that horizon
blasting a stranger's romance into my ears
feet digging into sweet destiny
doing what i have to do
after i crash landed, crash landed down from you.

worrying that i'll never make it
part of me stuck always in the icy pit of jail
now when i get angry
i curse at the walls of my room
but i still believe, still believe.

lighting up a fretboard, trying to elicit a glow
that would sail me over the horizon
writing and writing and writing.

and we,
we will always be lovers.

even though now we are strangers.

Look around you
Other people have already lived their lives
And you are just watching them unfold
When their light touches your eyes
It is already old

Everything in the universe is like that,
All radiating out of your skull
But no it isn't--
Well, do you mean to be dead?
Or do you not consider yourself whole,

Interesting.

You are the only one alive,
You possess a great now
You are walking through a graveyard
You are making a sound.

You are telling me this
From your animate grave
I was living for something
Would that ever I save.

Love strikes a heart like lightning, and
Sometimes it isn't right
I felt its power striking
But I'm not paralyzed

I don't cringe at the thought of us together,
The spark inside your eye has been the chaos of the weather
But we can talk about the weather

We can talk about the weather

In, in in
Break the skin
The wave rolls on

Landing rhythm with hearts
and working muscles
Crying cutting-music
from the treasured vessels.

Landing in beds with those lying lovers
And tearing them apart like raw scabs
in, in in
break the skin

He holds himself with strong resolve
He turns his head across the universe
The wave rolls on

Break the skin in,
Rolls the wave on.
Give me bas reflief bossanova beat
In the dusky dawn.
Find the cord that pulls me apart
Find a stronger sinew in that deeper wire

Cut the cord, let me die
Bleed me into eternal life
Cut to harmonics
And erring air

Lovers lying,
Staring there.

There is nothing worth singing in my head
For now,
It is confounded
Blocked by crudeness
Percolating the next flash moment
They are waning,
I have noticed
For now
But the dynamics of life are mysterious
And I am a weird guy

Plagued by self interest
A resentment complex
Well my universe is autistic
With stimming stars, and

Can you go the distance
To realize self interest
Is quite all around us?
You're such an investment

But I do, I know the thing.
I must reach out from me
Narcissistic and mean
Yes I know that escape

But you swear you are saner
My own little world
My own little world
Don't show up on my threshold
With these things
I almost learned!

Unless you mean well.

People will touch them with profound love
For the strength of the species
For addition to tacit legend

The love of onus
Making raw the back
Gritting the teeth--
It gives you meaning
To water her garden
With the sweat of your brow

And charity's caress
Was the marvel of your eye--
And considering a passerby
We went along with brimming hearts
We tried to make
A work of art!

Kisses under fairy-tale skies,
I miss the velvet love from your lips
Everything was perfect then,
Rapunzel and her hair and hips.

A boy and a girl.

Sunshine on the beach.

Each memory is like a trinket of mine
You held me close in the summer sun

Everyone needs to let go sometimes
Surrounding love with fertile dirt.

What are you going to do, Poet?
Pen hot words in the open air?

The winds will carry them off,
My fortress will rumble on and on.

And what will you do, Scientist?
I am the one with the gun.

I will place a sanction on your head
If ever it won't feed my metal stomach.

Far off, in government buildings
They house the organs of a secret beast
And I am growing certain there is coordinated effort
To sterilize the love of people like me.

Here I contemplate the possibility of representatives
And I ponder their fates:
Does my hero meet untimely end
In these evil united states?

A sad, sad legacy left by poets
This is one for the groaning heap
They'll burn it, oh-- they'll burn it all
And how will I find sleep?

I don't know.

don't have time to think about what it is--
gotta head out that door and make that money.

You are so much lower than yourself
Impossible to solve,
Held together with tape.

What a waste of time,
With your broken wing
Forced to watch hallucinations of others winning big.

And you don't even try
Because you know the truth.

Did you think that skimpering was for scared little mice?
Did you think that shutting down was for children?
Did you think I'd never drop sub-zero and break up the ice,
Dust it off and aside?

what if the dusty taste of straw
could waft up the Appalachians and roll down
American highways
in a little red car?

what if the cute, expectant start! of a young dog
could be bundled up and tucked in the pocket,
and brought against the cheek,
for when times get rough?

what if there was an elixir to melt worlds (starting with the mind
then... trickling down to your heart)
and remind them to gaze in awe
at the fine twenty-something girl, sleek and blonde and so ****
long legs flashing, one from behind the other as she walks
coy little smile on her face
well i can only think of only two places in the world
that elixir exists, i've seen it

what if i saw you again?

what would i even *say...

humanitatis
infinitastis
vita... bella

painting must exist
before the brush fulfills the job

amity must exist
before she slobs and eats his ****

God is what you do, yes
Death and beauty, too

They couldn't quite decide that one
Does she lay, or does he do

it isn't clear within this bauble
but the best that i can think
is emptiness is pregnant
she's drunk
he drinks

and sipping at each other
a complication, not
'cause nothing started moving
and that's just how it got.

Drown, drown
Your mortal soul!
It sours the mind to think
Of a stone that sinks
Fast into the sea.

The stone
Is the famed black mark
On th' palm of pirates, burned
The rot of creation
The spoiled garden dying
And you have
No help.

Hunger is the vehicle of desolation,
And to think
You wanted this
Desecration

Therapy,
Drown in the drowning
Wake, every morning!

Yes my child
You are free
It was all free
Death, yes... death too
Is free

So there.
Have a death.

Opaqueness speaks to me, stark and singular
"You are alone and you did not see"
Spurring me, I suppose, to hide secrets in myself
But I spit out the thought, like mud flung into my mouth

I always wanted to be trustworthy
To lay out my insides for everyone to see
Because that is the piece I wanted to be
And those are the people I want next to me

But next to me, I wonder who's there
My eyes flit back and forth, aware
That secrets lay behind these walls
I passed one by, just down that hall...

What's wrong with you is that you are in pain.

Absurdity flies in the face of dignity
And wrinkles its red nose before the break.

I'll never understand the warring factions or their fame.

What's wrong with you is that you are in pain.

If we suspend two versions of the truth,
Calamity will mark the store of grace.

If nobody is wrong
Where souls don't get along

What's wrong with you is that you are in pain.

What's wrong with you is that you are in pain

What's wrong with you is that you are in pain

What's wrong with you is wrong

What's wrong with you is with

What's wrong with you is that you are in pain.

Nociceptor X
Another bud is grown midstorm
Surrounding, mother's treachery
And blurry eyes escort the form
Excluded from debauchery

Debauchery in paradise
In lustful love you can take part
She's ever present in the dice
The dice that roll on with our hearts

Her rolling eyes would turn me green
If I could even taste the world!
I'd give my all and better, still
Than you could ever give that girl!

Your moral turns are kink and fetish.
The universe from my perspective
It's barely even lit to think
And never bought
A stroke of ink--

Swollen emotion that bloats the soul
Flickering eyes, but they do take hold
From time to time
I feel sublime
But the key has grown warped and it does not fit right.

Grasping hands that wanted more
Yes, sometimes charm the cryptic door
From day to day
I swing and play
But it's become so complicated and I swear this is unethical.

People do not see the man
Lying in a hospital bed
On the edge of life
Just barely fight
In all the right ways, make the change

People think I'm angry, dumb
They would not understand that I've
Been bullied by the law since I was young.

Been bullied by the law since I was young.

Been bullied by the law since I was young.

I have certainty about me,
even when it doesn't seem
To resonate so well
Throughout me

Elements forsworn to construct each other
By negation do arise within me
And they become me.

And what will I become?
All that is around me!
Anything abounds me,
Even my own death!

An observance which is sure to cease,
Esteemed by one human being
Called "truth" by him, and called again
Just to call! ...Well yes, I would oblige
A certain deconstruction
It truly seems required.

A notion were I even to fight,
Ride my bike and exercise,
Eat salads and believe in my... self
Tout God's music as my own
Just the same, well...
I would die.

when a dream ruptures,
and sparks fly from our bones,
does the dust of collapse breathe a life of its own?

as my limbs are flailing
and my organs are failing
does something else feel less alone?

do the depths of the night
take breath and respite
knowing lost love will be someday sewn?

when the dew in the dawn
glistens red in the sun
do you think it really knows?

It isn't a rose,
But the complex flavor of a world that would decide a rose is a good symbol for love
Cultivate it, grow it, chop it at the stem
Sell it in flower shops and grocery stores
For lovers to buy
Who think it a sweet thing to bring someone a rose
It shows you care
It shows you are willing to go the extra mile for them

Especially when you have no money

It's *****.
Dirt under your fingernails, washed down the shower drain
In time for one of those events where you have to look perfect
Maybe it's a wedding
With precious metals drawn from the raw crag of Earth
And made into rings and put around the finger,
As part of a strange ritual but love still exists and it's what keeps us together

This is the way it's happening,
There is no doubt about that

I have gathered aspects in my mind,
And I have grown sure of something for which validation is no object

There is a pressure I exert on myself
It all comes back around

To my great displeasure I have found
That vitriol is really contrived
And admitting my gift is a contrivance, too
Will not stop your lofty derision

Yes, I am trying to tell you I'm perfect

No, I don't think it'll help

If you were perfect why would you be so stupid

Well you see, it really is stupid to be perfect

And actually,

It hurts a whole lot.

you thought it was tailored,
that was part of being human.

when you died you saw the Presser
the pressure we call satan
with flaming ropes around all of humanity,
all of it became his.

and you saw this happen

when you died.

you thought it was a close call,
but no.
all of that reigned in for particular form
for a particular story,
there was always so much more.

THERE WAS ALWAYS SO MUCH MORE
the space held by the ropes gets smaller
you're almost insulted

and yet

it all came flooding in
to your life
it stopped there for a while
just to play a simple melody
you might look forward and think it's petty--
but look back and see it ripple

but no, child
let go of that pressure now
give yourself over
to the other side

Whirling far away from some home that was a knot I lived inside
Whose turns were always ready to come loose
Once they were taut, now
Whirling far away from some home that was not.

I watch the rope blow hopelessly on winds both kind and cruel
In my peripheral vision
And my pupils are just pricked holes that let the madness in
We are falling apart
We are so wildly dying
And the pale daughter of romance
Is the only love I know

She's got
White lies
Light waves
Dark skies
And she can legalize
Those twisted crimes.

She's got
Good health
Heavy gold,
Light feet.
Giving you eyes
And opportunities.

And you'd never think she's pure
Until you see her evercure.
She's got white lies
Don't act surprised.

Who cares how well you can play your instrument,
You're full of yourself and it's not that impressive
The universe lined up for you and not me
You don't make me melt, and I won't worship you

No I don't worship you
Why not me?

v1
Who wants
To start a business?

Not me,
God as my witness

I think
This whole **** thing
Is just a little bit
Ridiculous

Outside
The sun don't see me

Inside I'm ******* screaming

I wish I'd lived my life so differently...

chorus

But who really cares

Who really ca-a-a-ares?

Who really caaayeeayeeares, caayeeaayeares, cayheeyeeyeah heah hares??

x2

Who really cares.

//
v2

I think I'll run a special

I think I'm really special

"I'm sorry sir, we're having shortages due to problems with our supply chain"

And yeah that's what i told them

But the
Truth of the matter is

I'm the world's least talented
C
E
O

but who really cares
(The chorus again)

//bridge

I want to start a business
I want to start a business
I want to start a business now, now, now

I want to start a business
But I'm too ******* listless
I want to start a business
And feel so proud

Chorus again

Someone yelling about how much, they love, american cheese

i think i wanna be a recluse
recluse
cause we're full of contradictions
i wanna sleep in the refuse
refuse
it's just an alias of mine

now i wanna be a recluse
recluse
i see the strain in every star i find

i know i'm the strain in every star i find

well, you could give me the world
but i wouldn't even want it
bring this poem to my neck
would i be eager to confront it?
we're stuck in a paradox loop
and i'm starting to feel nauseous
when you realize there's nothing you can do
it's best to be cautious

Kind of.
I'm not entirely aware of it.

I've passed through myself so many times,
I've convinced myself of my shape,
And that it's right.

It's my destiny.

(Woman)

Tall crystal spires
are the upper reaches of your mind
And mystic fire
moves between the nodes of your body

An eloquently crafted being,
you are precisely the universe
You are sincerely burning
The perfect curse.

You irrefutable thing,
Don't let your spirit deflate
Let the truth of your beauty
Be a bellows to your body
And fall fully homeward
In love with your time.

My eye fell into the abyss
Oh no
My hands followed them down
And found
A delicious cheesesteak,
American wit
I thought it was me
But it was just the most delicious cheesesteak
I f*ckin love cheesesteaks, man