There is a wall and this wall is drawn to scale.
A bug saw the floor.
This is my new perspective.
Gravity isn't always as it appears
Your right and my down are one and of the same.
Nothing's falling,
But still sends shivers down my spine.
The glue holding everything together
Is yellow at the tips.
A couple on an altar
The domain never-ending
Eyes on a jellyfish: New Orleans.
Run for the peaks
Drooling out of both sides of the mouth.
A loss of a leg, means a loss of a wing.
Sonnet rhymes are child's play.
Blocks as bricks with the support slipping out.
Six feet and falling.
Nine stories,
Why must 5 parallels intersect?

It smells of soco in the air.
She gave up her body to preserve her dignity
But in the end, she lost that too.
There is nothing dominant in dominance.
Only preservation
And perpetuation of a dying era.
Unless dominance is dominance.
In which case, bring your pipes.
Pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes, pipes,
A thousand and three pipes
And not a single one of them on key.
You say it doesn't make much sense,
But frankly “*******.”
No one's got a gun to your temple
Praising the ivory role of the natural order.
That theory died out with hanging paper clips
Clinching yellowed notepads in their skinny fists
Shouting praises to Everclear to the heavens.
Just ask Salinger what it means to be expected
And I'll tell you my opinion on life.

Rolled and tossed
A couple of lost socks
Found each other in the wash,
A bed of warm sheets
Without any soothing pillows
Fire
Without sugar.
Their bodies slept
Connected just like numbers
Surpassing lust.
The music kept us busy
Wandering nowhere.
The twang of guitars,
The soft percussive sounds,
The echo through the air.
Just as the buzz was wearing off
Ringing came from overhead.
Selfish voices, questioning choices
The rumors that we'd spread.
Logic all but ignored.
Didn't see that she was so serious.
Never saw her act so serious.
Could be she'd be so serious.
My jaw hit the floor.
The painter took some brushes
On a canvas made of clay
He chipped out intertwining bodies
As the black and the grey flew about
And the dust was settling
We'd arrived far too late
But the beauty is in the peace.
I just pray I look as good
In the morning's clean light
As I do the night before
Though I know that's strange
A little pathetic
And a bore.
I could capture the sighs
The taste and hurt in your eyes.
You've got the biggest heart I've ever known
Though you're only half my size.

I'm on the curb
Face to the sky, *** to the world
The rain never felt better.
All the sores on my face are cooled.
I can feel a steady tempo rising in my chest,
I can feel the beat pulsing in my lips.
Slow and steady never won the race
Never won the race.
It was a draw
I saw the portrait.
A man hugged his tie, loosening it up.
Tightening it?
Who's to say? He knows.
All the rain in the world
And all the rain in his world
Couldn't drown his calls
His constant elevation of his voice
As his pet canary threw up.
You toss your cookies?
I toss my frisbee.
Oddjob tosses his hat.
It doesn't make him any less of a ******.
Any less of a ******* ******.
MI6, 007,
**** it all, let's call on Kevin
Smith, Kevin Smith, Kevin Smith.
...it worked for the bogeyman.
The man hiding in your closet
wasting away, counting the chips
peeling off the walls of your liner.
They say none of us are connected in this world.
They say 6 degrees connect everyone.
Social theory.
Redemption for the bogeyman,
His claws scratching as he kneels
to pick up your screwdriver
And uses it to pick his teeth.
Nuts and bolts, nuts and bolts
He's got nuts coming out of his teeth.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Tunnel approaching.
Playing the keyboard is said to set off
Feelings of arousal in the hearts,
Hearts of those with special tattoos.
Really? Because I don't believe that for a second.
To believe you need to trust
And judging by that squirm, you don't trust me.
I'll believe in you if you believe in me,
Don't you believe that?
A car splashed a tidal wave
It felt cool against my scratches.

Write me a melody.
Nothing too simple, though that’s what you lead on
Building a bridge over a lake of fire
Ah!
If only fire could swim
Grilled fire on a side of living gargoyles.
Forked tongues shoveling rice,
And chicken,
Into a newly refurbished brain.
Does it burn?
All the seaweed and hackneyed
Washed up krill,
Burnt up, skewered, and caught in the nets.
New mesh scales
Mashing mesh sha shooting into the skin
While the sun circles
And the animals follow and dance
Preying themselves into everything you’ve done
As though you’ve done anything new.
Like addition multiplication,
Surely you’ve done all of that.
A tear in the paper
And you’ve spilled the white out.
What a mess.
A great tear in the universe
Arranged.
Separate colors of
Grass and sky,
The trees and sidewalks form into one.
Everyone adjoined and nothings lost
Because even this idea has a partner.
What a lovely
(shattered)
Dream.

What would you say if  you knew
                          your life raft
Is the only thing enabling you to sink?
Struggle as you try to tread the water
When you could just lay on your back and float?
No, there's a better way
No, don't let it end this way.
Just move your arms,
Fight the current.