eat me, green man
give me sweet electric snatches of
the past
writhing within my favorite intestines
lies the last vestige of love
in shallow acid waters lies
my only hope
twist my brain, please
in want to lay in insect-covered
beautiful pastel field
where They are;
creatures tear my couch body apart and
unzip my sanity
at what expense?
None, for the universe will and already has
ended
you are imagination you young ol' boy
all the anger has been decanted
from my withering figure
but He still runs along
whats left of this physical phenotype figure?
Squirming shaky awkward confused
hollow rope

Yes I'm tired, I'm quickening my breath.
Tell me I have the energy, but I know there's nothing left.
Sleepy and sick, lost beyond repair,
Tell me you can help, but the truth is you don't care.

I remember as a child
How all was free and easy.
Then the second I filled my shoes,
Things stopped being so **** breezy.
You can say I have it all together,
But I'm taking it day by day
Smile coyly and laugh it off, but just know I'm not okay.

Yes I'm tired, I can't stand this constant cold.
Only if you pretend to know
all the secrets I never told.

Tired.

I'm panting, exhausted, dragging my lead feet.
Now it is becoming clear
I'm too tired to even sleep.

Falling fourteen thousand feet
Has nothing on the feeling
Of being stuck in a moment of suspension

He was certainly buzzed,
Drunk, a better word,
When his convertibles wheel
Struck a tree near the curb..
A woman’s scream;
then silence, shock.
He whispered her name
But no one answered back.

The artist was dying,
But still he observed:
The drip, drip, of his blood
Onto asphalt that’s cracked.
Death imitates art.
Now break, gentle heart.
Sirens sound in the distance
a bright light in the dark.
As all neurons fired
in search of a spark.