You stretched out your hand
for me as i drowned.
You were there as i planned
my escape from this world.
I jumped into quicksand
but you did pull me out.
And now as I stand,
why not help me out?

I told you my sorrows
you helped me through
I knew that tomorrow
I'd still have you
I sang like the sparrows
as you brightened my view.
You were my life's arrow
you told me the truth.

So now I'm alive
most thanks to you
I feel happy inside
because of your truth
I hold you in with pride,
for the things you did do
But it seems that yo lied;
you told me no truth.

I look at you now
and see the change
I ask myself how
things can be this way
The day you vowed,
you said that you'd stay
But you've left me to drown
all over again

The closest thing I've had to food today is beer
With a little bit of whiskey there and here
Scotch that has been aged for 12 good years
The liquid helps to hide my salted tears

Burning through my packs of smokes
more often than a bull frog croaks
And telling all my stale jokes
at bars to all the wasted folks

An open mic to spew my lines
with wasted words at wasted times
And sure, it's fun, but makes no dimes
I'm broke and sad and skipping fines

My art won't get me anywhere
But it's okay. Now, I don't care
It got me here, it got me there
Guess that's enough, the money's rare

I'll flip a burger, fry some fries
Ring up your clothes, I'll rub your thighs
My dreams and goals were only lies
I guess it's time to compromise

Communication is a series
of adaptive language games.

Hail science mage
and urban shaman.
Transhuman Cybran,
Posthuman Aeon.

From which reality do they emerge?
Virtual, surreal, liminal, total; well go on.

you sit on the sofa
and watch tv
while i lie on the floor

and when the pain gives way
i move
on those limbs you wounded
i crawl
to your feet and look up to you

“hey, dog. come up here.”
i heave my body up
when i sit next to you
i think what i’m feeling
is definitely “happiness”

!

Kiss me until
all the metaphors
vanish and poetry
becomes reality.

  ~mce