Drugs are the reason we exist.
Drape another ring around,
And wear out all my clothes.

What do they grow around,
Rings? And they will be forgotten.
And so drugs are the reason we exist,
Selfish.

//

I am ready for the next year
I'll wear the outfit well
And act in such a way
That we'll believe we're not in hell
And do I look ridiculous
Exposed on every side?
It's something I can fix, and it is
Nothing I can hide.

But every fix has consequences.
All of us will die.
With one way to fix consciousness
And never tell a lie.

hey darling,
i think we tripped on a drug
it was sticking out on a dark path like lingam
it left us seething like the crowd at your concert

they were dying, they were dancing
were we lying through our teeth when we said...
i can't say it now.

how should i feel about being a product of the same fire
that made such sick shadows dance?
and since feelings don't move, darling
what should i do?

but since action is anchored in feeling,
again i ask how should i feel?

i know you value callous
i see that grit in him
but i know your love is a tenderness
i know you want that from him

darling inside me i am weeping so intensely
i cry and i cry and i cry
why is it like this?
why does he laugh at my weakness
why am i the antichrist
a selfish sadness plagues him
i turned a corner and you were there
but you'd turn back just as easily, singing
carry on, carry on.

Dumb boy,
Why you write such bad poems?

That's a dumb poem

Somewhere a dandelion
clicks,

it starts
to put out seed pods--

A tadpole's metamorpho--
sis

reveals a little tree frog

The young one sprawls
with Shiva's love
The old one spars with Vishnu

A tree has breached the canopy,
Your crush just up and kissed you

Your capillaries dilate
Revealing what's inside
So wrinkle up your rosy face
But love, you cannot hide

And somewhere else, a songbird dies
Beside an oxbow lake
And both lay still,
And beautiful
And know the river's wake.

My creature tears up suburban nightscape on a bike
Activate: punk rock soundtrack
Do you have the headphones equipped?

He lost his driver's license
******* idiot
It's still fun though,

I have every intention of Infecting this area
You'll receive a cordial invitation from my lips
I'm imbued with the coming sensation
I just want the soundwaves to hit my stomach
I just want to cast my colors out into the world
And here they go one by one

It's gonna ring from ear to ear

Melancholy found a home in me like I found a home in the world.

He works his job, drinks his water
Eats his food and pays his rent.

He is one of my most loyal tenants,
But I am the lord;
That's not what I meant.

He's a handsome man,
With smooth motes and good sense.

Running like a cool river
His pool is the profound blue of my life
And probably my favorite color

Because he is easygoing;

When he comes he comes
And when he leaves he leaves
Painting my eyes
Paint on my feet

opinions are just emotions,
and innocent people get run over all the time.
don't get stuck on how much it hurts when it happens to you,
it's easy when it happens.

it's just that we survived thus far by being a collective,
a society, supporting each other
investing in a common welfare.

but let it go-- chaos is a predator true
clear your mind of self pity, grab it deep from the root
see the situation for what it truly is
you will plan a better mission this way.

and reassess, for emotions come from the heart.
remember that emotion is the start
of (sigh) a great work of art.

scars are lipstick you can't rub off
carved and gifted, we can't love down
the world, the dove, the gun, the crown.

the claw that teases blood to the surface
the maw that pines for your innocence,
it cannot, will not, eat you up.

everything is so full of fruit,
which is why the world is full of ****.
get over it,
sang the roughened root.
the foliage sang
such softer songs.

that spark or fleck of dust,
another metaphor for my love!
your glimmer must be a hallucination.

i just have a problem.

but maybe my problem is that i met you
when i was yet a green colt
(something i know you treasured dearly)
and did you see in me, something glimmering
any hint of the future man i'd be, the one
who, shaking his head and wiping his brow,
lopped the overgrowth from the Way
and paved the road for dainty feet?

but to speak of your soul, sweet-
heart, you walk upon this earth with a womanly power
as i have never seen, and it turned me on
to the sky!

or maybe my problem is letting go,
old sparkling fleck of dust.

maybe long the time is past
when i should trust you to the wind, entire
and dance-less shadows cast.

i'm too far from that special fire,
so bring the garden ashes from
that cold and restful pyre.

Where'd all the sunshine go?
My life has gone flat and weak
My eyes peer out
Flickering, bleak
I scrawl these words as on the inside of a cell wall
A cell I'll never leave

The law is heavy and wrong
The world is a rolling machine
Just watch your neck
And lucky is
A hand that stays clean

But what about me?
I've tried and tried and now I'm tired
Older than my years
I just don't know if I have the strength
To really pierce my fears

There's a fine line between a raised glass and a graveyard jig.
Can we call that class?
I guess we'll call it grace.

I know you'll hold me to all the days I ****** away
But that's your design
I only fall in place.

Now I will determine
Something crawling and squirming
To an empty, wretched
Joke of an alarming fate.

Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.

There's a fine line between a nice guy and a cannibal
I walk it so **** well
And it gets hard to tell

So hold me to the nightmares I can't erase
They weren't your design
If I ignore them maybe they'll just go away.

Now here comes the sequel,
In the end we're all equal
-Ibrium will cut me down to size
And weight.

Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.

Don't you think
You should do something?
You won't ever pull this off
Without some elbowgrease

Well I don't think
That I should take what's mine
Because it's yours.

Not keeping score,

Just keep the beat

Any way...........


Some say greatness is something that you work for
It's what you burn for
Just to believe that you could make a difference
Desperate for something now to break for,
I'm mediocre
And I keep thinking, it's just not what we planned.
amped up final chorus
Some say a life is just a journey
Now I'm returning
But I don't think I can call this home.
Aeneas, you're washed up and depressing
Just take the blessing
Carry the sun to where it sinks tomorrow

With Reverb:

(Greatness is something that you work for...
But I keep thinking it's just not what we planned)

Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.

X2

How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.

I was just reppin it
You cannot step to it,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!

bass drop

I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres!

like Meek

I was just a lost boy
Never understood the cost boy
Never really worked a market
But I never really liked the market

I just wanna overcome the darkness
I just wanna wanna make the sun shine
I guess I really want love to be great again
**** all this hate again
Cause I see you're vicious like a shark is

I am so done with the corporate mind
Grinding machinery, that's not my kind
You are not kind, you are so shy
Scrapin the sky
Fake **** and lies

You think you know what I'm talking about.
I am a poet with way too much clout.
I hate the way that this hatred compounds,
You're just a clown! You make me frown.

Simultaneously
Unh!
Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.

Ellen DeGeneres
She's on my friends list!
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres!

How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.

Reppin this Emmy ****,
Dressing too fabulous,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!

bass drop

I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres!

I'm never gonna let my heart grow cold like that,
Never gonna do just what I'm told like that
That ****'s old, my man
That ****'s sold, my man
That ****'s got us got us lookin' sideways in the fold, my man

Cause I think I hear a higher callin
Human race is fallin but you're stallin
I know you don't think you're Josef Stalin
But I think you look like Charles Ponzi,
Oo

(Sung)
My girl's not a cheater
So I don't think I really want to either
I don't think I ever wanna leave her
Iy just. want to. love,
Said Iy just. want to. love,
Said Iy just. want to. love.

(And party hard.)

Ellen DeGeneres!
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres.

Ellen DeGeneres
She's on my friends list
Mellow and generous,
Ellen DeGeneres!

How can we peddle this,
Greedy degenerates?
Mellow and generous,
Mellow and generous.

Reppin this Emmy ****,
Dressing too fabulous,
Ellen DeGeneres,
Ellen DeGeneres!

bass drop

I am not popular
My, what a thot you were!
You should be jealous of
Ellen DeGeneres.

You should be jealous.

Ellen DeGeneres.

Reppin it, reppin it.

Ellen. Loooooove

Carefully tend to your embers
Burning in the open atmosphere
Give fuel and form for solace
And cherish them above your fears,
And when we get together
We burn within our temples
And I fell in love
With the music that I heard from yo-ou.

inside messiah outside
middle boy picks up a stick
strings through a soul
how many things pierce

ears music hears
droplets messiah ripen there
sling rocknroll, strings tangle
flock tight round his 'heart,'
release
he (carefully)
puts down his guitar.

i'm not just a process,
i'm not just a day
i'm not forcing myself
to dream away
and away

i'm one of so many dreams
of a powerful mind!

VANITY, VANITY, VANITY!

SUBLIME just doesn't COVER IT!

To heave forward and think
My life so important
Even goddesses die
And it took so long a Time...

What is born next?
Why fear such a thing?

My lovely toy humans,
What will happen to them?

i chew on my heart and spit it out
it sticks to the asphalt
***** rubber spinning, leave it behind
i only want cardiac tissue
i only want my mind.

my head's in the smog
but it wants to be in the clouds
i want to make a mountain
from this low, low ground

i retreat to meditation
i sent scouts around
the animal maze
of my brain
they return with the news:
you're insane

i tear on like gritty electric moans
only they sputter, not confident
only now regaining their cool
from some mystic faraway pool
that gives birth to decayings

she
penned
novels.

painted marvels

even organized ensembles,
with the blood
of men,

men without a love of poetry.

he
said he loved it

and he's studied

just to put himself above it

but this man
is without a love of poetry.

he
built a world
it was pleasing to himself

but had to be coaxed
into a love of poetry.

we are the ones
who keep poetry alive.

here's to the man
without a love of poetry.

Sometimes my heart is coiled steel
Pulled tight over wood.

I slip into the mode
On the backyard patio
Feeding blood to my guitar, carefully.

I'm making love in the springtime.
It's so good
Making love on your time.

Good Gabriel has blessed us with music
Hear, the devil says it's useless
But every ictus of the heart of love
Rebuts and rebukes him.

I cannot cordially invite
Everyone to my party
Here at my end of the world
My own private apocalypse, but music
Music can do that.

My heart is just an instrument
That's why my guitar fits right inside
That's why my fingers need to fly,
Slide and pick
These fruits from heaven.

Fruits so good and so holy,
My flesh wilts in the presence of them
But here, my young heart knocks and knocks and knocks
It leaves little etudes in the backyard's sunshine.

Trying makes it harder to let go.

And this letting go, it
becomes important.

But you say it's not time to call it quits.

I guess I should just get over it.

...

And make a stab... in the same back
But please don't look at it like that
That bears the cross I constructed
Are you adopted or abducted?

Are we intelligent or stunted?
A changing truth within a moment.

But if I have to try, I really should
I guess that good can beget good.
And triumph over every evil
I don't really feel betrayal
You warned me about everything

If I have to try, I guess I could
I'll write a song, you'll say it's good
And then we will turn inside out
But I don't care, it's worth it now
You warned me about everything

Now everything is warning you.

My love makes it harder to say 'love.'

We're fighting for a perfect tense.

I feel like it's time to call it quits.

You cannot stop my freezing core.

So make a stab, you can have that
Cause I'm leaving and not coming back
My ego's gone, and I hate it
Now I'm feeling like an old computer

You could come a little sooner
But you won't, of course it's fleeting

But if I have to try, I really should
I guess that good can beget good.
And triumph over every evil
I don't really feel betrayal
You warned me about everything

If I have to try, I guess I could
I'll write a song, you'll say it's good
And then we will turn inside out
But I don't care, it's worth it now
You warned me about everything

Now everything is warning you.

I'm not stable
The tide is coming
I can feel us dying
It was perfect timing

And you said it better
No I don't deserve you
Baby, happy birthday
I'll be here on your worst day

And if I have to try, I'll try to let this go

every hand to an oar,
this is the doldrums
there are no winds here.

we'll have to push through with brute force--
aye, we might be leagues behind
but this ship crafts its own ****** tale.

lads... if we make it through this we'll flex our muscles
and all the ladies at port will swoon,
and bed us readily!

so push on through this windless hell,
there's no waiting for a gust of luck,
we'll starve.

Michael knows
He's gotta have a bad time!
If he doesn't,
Then it's not suffering enough.

So then he complains,
Which we hate,
I know,
But that's good!

Because he's right,
It's like alternating current
A/C power,
He knows
Consciousness is like that.

And the two-thirds principle.

Yet, even his awareness is a problem.

So yes--
He's gotta feel stupid
He's gotta feel immoral
He's gotta feel selfish

That's how we afford those other things.

And so,
There should be people
Yes, people who all agree
(And they will be right!)
That he is stupid, immoral, and selfish
YES! HOW COULD YOU BE!?
Oh doesn't it just drive you crazy?
Even though those are just automatic states of the universe

Because let's face it
To be here is stupid immoral and selfish
Though:
I know one man who exists derivative of intelligence
I know a woman who is purely derived from your moral aspect
And I know several extremely selfless badgers living in the Netherlands.

Suffice it to say,
Any of you who come against me in any way are intensely real
But consist entirely of the rankest bullshirt know to mankind
As evidenced by this very erudite and transparent work of creative writing,
Though I know any lever I create, being the whole system
Will be enacted against me, and everything is expected to come full-circle.

Although I do not read, drink alcohol all day
I have been here before and am the same person every time
So by nature I am perfect.

A truly ironclad defense.

No matter how whiny and ridiculous you presume me to be,
I am the only path arguing with itself
I am my own metric
And everything you think is upside-down.

I would be that way,
And I should,
And you should respect my odd struggle,
Because I do this for all of us.

I wake up
With a different mess of hair
Every morning

I'm telling you, child
Pull back those emerald branches of summer
And reach out with your body into the twinkling universe!

There are waiting places you couldn't imagine
Unless you've gone,
And you've only got one life to take there!

Fall asleep in novel moonlight
And feel the rush of waking somewhere new
With piano footsteps, find exotic fruit
With rushing waters, reinvent yourself.

Behind the twisting vines
Far beyond familiar plains
And over the Shattered Road you'll find--
Sweet love, I will be waiting for you there
Honeydew sunrise
In the crisp mountain air--

my stupid eyes
see a hopeful youth
and healthy vigor
when they project their feelings into the mirror.=,

Sometimes your eye rips open
To another more maddening place
Then, there is no going back
You have progressed and must work with what you have.

Sometimes it hurts because what you had was so good
Have you ever felt an emotion like that?
Yes, that is a hard thing to let go of.

But those are the types of things that make for good stories and interesting outcomes.

So I wonder what happens when I break this shell.

can't you tell by my eyes?
i want you.
let everything else fall aside,
let me inside you.

everyone has a tongue like a serpent,
slipping and sliding over teeth
lying to you, and
lying to me.

but i won't let their flicks distract my eyes
because everyone has to hunt like a mongoose,
staying vigilant at all times.

Oh, are my eyes glazed?
Do you love them when they clear the haze?
Do they shine bright?
Was it the drugs, original sin, and spite?
Are my eyes glazed?
Can you see my soul through these neurotic storms
Where I'm a grandiose fool?

Or I dropped out of School?

I'm still carrying the fire
I'm still tending to it gingerly
I've been working on the right things
Since I've been hit by psychedelic lightning
Oh no, do you know what that means?
Do you know your etymology?

Trust me I'm aware when I'm off center
I got scared when I went through the fender ******, but
Sometimes I just don't make sense, or
I'm just shy of the right to render
Are my eyes glazed?

i am a bead of sweat
on the skin, on the streets
of my town

on a bike, cuts through
soft summer night
i lead the desecrated
fight.

i have siphoned my blood to birth art,
but it always turns black
and here in my body
the world ends in a scream.

i'm riding so fast
i just can't seem to be
a friend to the dream,
a friend to the dream.

What's swallowed is swallowed--
It's that weak look you give an enemy whom you know has ransacked you
But whom you must tolerate

I should rage against it, right?
But my memory fails me anyway
Pieces of me crumble and drop into the nether
Uneven microcosms of my own death

Insults that leave me raw and burdened
The black is the black,
It is not me but what i am lacking
The destruction of my soul
Tiresome

Are you ready for another
Succession of characters
Completed perfectly
There are no bad poems here

I am the north
I am the south
I am the life that I don't know about
Maybe you're versed
Yeah, you've caught a wind
You owe it all to me
I'm your progenitor

I am the east
I am the west
I am the first, the last and second best
Blame it all on me
I've got it figured out
I'm your progenitor
Faith and your doubt

i've always wanted to throw a party exactly like the music video for Le Disko by Shiny Toy Guns

The bride of crystal Love,
The only one with the right to sacrifice the body:

She told me a secret.

I am forbidden to tell you,
But I am not the only one.

Come wonder with me at intersecting circles,
Come see! the cosmos is her jewelry.
Come before the storm arrives and wipes us all out.

We are in communication
We are suspended here as one Breath
And lo! when the breath of life leaves us
Our lives and lips are sealed.

I'm dead,
Exploded bits with action potential sticking around
Always dreaming of some stallion that I'll never be
What do I do for humanity?
Nothing.

I'm pulling at straws

There! see all my friends having fun
Many are friends past whose specters I see
On an unfeeling screen.

See me, tinted blue and trying hard
Bored and left behind
I am not in a rock band
I am not seeing new places
I am not kissing girls.

All people want is someone to feed them funny things
But I don't have the resources to give you a good time
What did you expect me to do in the meantime

Do have any idea what you do to my sleep
To my confidence, to my dreams?
Overburden me, sure, you'll just make me more passionate
and angry

But laid-back, peaceful... Let's get it
Let's change the world
Take off a day, smoke some ****
That's what I want to be

You're allowed to believe in your lies
And I in mine
We get better and better
Until we're quite
divine, and

Divine

Someone's fingers
play up and down my spine.

These eyes have changed from
Boyish circles
To triangles with their backs to each other

The impossible must become the simple,
Infinity must meet economy.

Give yourself to yourself
And set free
All the innocent prisoners in your soul
Because the world has enough of them.

You have spun nothing to glory
Do it again and again til the wheels stop turning.

The expanding universe brings death, but also doctors:
Moments in time where transcendence takes hold
Secured by love
Yet it's bought and sold

A standard that was never gold alone.

I've had to carry weights and let them go.

I've been making love to a world
That holds a knife in my brain.
She says "change"
And gives me the love of death.

Animals **** in the wild,
They bite each other's necks.
The sky ***** the Earth
And space at the same time.

Death ***** life but she's only sometimes exciting
The world is an ****, it's always inviting
The head of the company ***** you on drugs
Your soft little *** gave his ***** a hug

The dirt ***** your body, can you feel it pour in?
Every oraface covered, original sin
For now you are breathing, your breath ***** the air
But somewhere the world says there's nobody there.

These nights under construction,
My body is sore.

I ride my bike home through the dark,
The headlights **** past
And underneath me the world is making its slow rotation into the future.

I take my heavy legs off my bike and make light noises in the dark
But in my silhouetted skull thoughts of her are buzzing.

The girl who's loving me a few towns over
Loving me even in her sleep,
Telling me I
Am what she needs.

Will I ever give my songs to waiting crowds, I don't know
Or write a book that strikes a flame in the halls of history?

Either way, the ones behind my webcam know what I'm capable of.

But it's the girl that makes it right,
She is so cute, so passionate,
So honest in her love
And my trembling hands see an opportunity to make just this one thing right.

So even if it's only ever that, it'd be more than enough.

The night digests me and confirms the wrinkles already setting in my 24-year-old face
As I wander around my parents' house and slowly decline into sleep.

And you,
You fill my head with such hopes
You make my stomach glow and I feel you curled up next to me
Your skinny little body--
I love kissing your forehead
Before we go to sleep.

I flew over myself today
Not under or next to
Well I guess it's all the same

A dewdrop and a spider's leg
A paramecium and a Michelin tire
A speck of patience on the dusty guitar

Some angels said I lost my way
Well, I'd see things the other way
But there is no other way

A caterpillar in the sassafras
A punk band you never listened to
A canal passing free radicals into the ocean
Free radicals are like shooting stars in your membrane

Me, I'm free
I am a free radical
I am a lawless creature
Trying to pass as a repository
For wayward conscious energy

Yeah! Ra ra ra!
Let the sun shine on!
Write melancholy poems
About how you feel
How you feel it all means nothing
Yes, live on!

Disjointed but go on:

And then you said there's not one way
Honey-- we were built the same
We're teaching ghosts arithmetic
It keeps us in good conversation
And you know I let you sink in
When I do
You can feel it
We're permissive.

The several elements,
All things through and through and through itself
There you are in the middle
No, off to one side
And you're nowhere
Navel-gazing at your veiled intestines, no...
Pick them up off the floor.

No convention is necessary
It shatters, erupts in flames, turns to ashes
Gets passed along to itself
Cycles black or ultraviolet

We need to come together and act weird
Drawn and quartered by gleaming cities
Like an ancient Picasso beneath rubble that's not here yet
Nothing will happen,
It will be fantastic.

The grail has been left on the ***** bedroom floor,
You stumble around the earth looking for any answer
A cigarette, keep the cellophane
Used as a baggie to hold your cancer

The gift is discarded with the body
The trash has been building in your room for years
You never cared anyway,
You swallow back those tears

The world is cold and stark
You want to blend in with that dark
Ride the baffling wind until you're caught on a chain-link fence
In some park.

Don't you ever doubt my love--
We are made of the same **** stuff
It's for those like you I fight
Against the empty quantm'of night

Rosy for no reason...
Bicycle-pierced misery
Petals fall to puddles,
Reason for no roses.

Bloom before you choke.
See what you can see!
Pedal through that sea and cut
A handful for your love.

Whatever is your bicycle,
Get on and pedal hard
You'll make it safe to work, and dear
Next year you'll buy a car

Chase the gray away like birds
Cutting through the rain
Rise atop the hill and plant
A flower for your pain.

Yes, this is it
You knew it was coming
Adults younger than you
Rock stars and business tycoons
Younger than you

Your stomach in a knot
You loser
You are just an average one.

Where did you really
Expect to be now, reactor?

The world is moving on without you

Folly
comes in many flavors.