Do it it’s easy, clench your teeth don’t be queasy,
She lies as she speaks I know she’s ******,
I hear them whisper I hear them scream,
They say get rid of her, and cut her lean,

Leave me alone please,

Oh shut up you fiend,
There’s a gun in the drawer and a pillow under your head,
I’ll tell you what we’ll set her on fire instead,
Doesn’t matter what you do as long as she’s dead,

-Stop it, just stop it.

She’s no good for you shell probably **** you in your sleep.

-No,

You’re not the same anymore, so dumb, so weak,
Use the sheets don’t let any of it leak,

-*******,

Listen to yourself, talking to the ceiling,
You better shut and do as I say; she can hear you screaming,
And I can see it in her eyes I know she’s cheating,
Do it quick, it’s painless; she won’t live to know the feeling,

I’m going to **** you.

**** me baby, but I’ll still be here tomorrow,
When you stare me down through the mirror.
Why do you tremble? You don’t know fear.
Open your eyes *******, I’m right here.

-Where are you?

What are pointing that at?, I’m inside,
You want to **** me? Open wide.
Pull the trigger, pull it.
Put the barrel in your mouth, swallow the bullet,
That’s the only way to go, you know it,
So what are you waiting for?
Pull it.

During your darkest of times,
Ive only got one piece of advice,
Write write write.
for the paper will always listen,
and the pen will always tell,
For You'll never need an audience,
If u love yourself well.

The big breasted bartender smiles,
As I pull out a tall burgundy bar stool;
From under a mosaic table with green tiles.
She said drink till your hearts contempt,
But don’t you look like a fool.
I nodded with agreement, not sure of what she said,
Then tipped her in change, which seems to be the rule.
Soft songs played the ambiance yet the silence wasn’t new.
Red Christmas lights lined the rugged bricks.
I didn’t come here for love, but for a poisonous fix;
And as I take sips of my Smokey beer, I’m kissing you,
So come to me baby, with your thin glass hips,
-And your lips of morning dew.

When you touched me, with those thin red lips,
I was shaking in my skin, holding on to your hips.
Won’t you bite me? Send shocks down my studded back.
You know, when we kissed you stole my breath-
And gave me an asthma attack.

A thick mist crawled inches above the basin,
Fluidly and slowly creeping
The breeze carried the eerie cries of crickets
Inharmoniously welcoming you to their lair
And as you breathe the humid air muffled by a pungent odor
Like onions rotting from the inside out

You’re shivering while the trees dance in unison
Swaying naked in the blue moonlight
In the center of the basin the water begins to ripple
Forming little circles, growing infinitely
It’s birthing now; the head crowning
From the water she is born, unusually beautiful

Plants tangled in her wicked black hair
Eyelids flutter above protruding cheekbones
Her lips; luscious and sinister
Then your heart stops, flesh piercing inversely  
And from her lips the words leak, dripping like sap
                            *I love you

Can you believe her? She was with me when it happened, when that perverted old man bought that chocolate bar. How do I know he’s perverted? Well he was wearing sun glasses, in a ******* Walmart at eight in the afternoon. I could tell he was looking right at my chest through those Smokey lenses. Anyways she was right there standing next to me, and she told the boss she didn’t see anything. We both knew he was wearing layers and layers of tacky bowling t shirts under his coat. What a *****!!
I’m sad to hear that honey...  What are you making for dinner?
Fred was watching the evening news on the small 16 inch Panasonic that sat on the coffee table they picked out of the neighbor’s trash. The McDonalds on sources road mysteriously caught fire earlier that morning. Black flames swallowing the restaurant and pictures of dead obese children reflecting off of his Smudged lenses, the reporters voice muffled through the television static. Fred sat there ******* on a green bottle as He crossed his legs, still wearing his blue oil stained shirt and pants ripped at the knees. While he Smiled hauntingly at his television set.
Fred was a mechanic by trade but like the average Canadian man he owned a couple vices that he kept from the world. He was avid reader, stashing shoe boxes filled with Hustlers and Penthouse magazines under the stares. He made Bird houses out of toothpicks and put together puzzles on his free time. He had a wife who worked at the mall and complained constantly, had ******* a nice *** and could sing like an angel rubbing her own ****. They lived in a single floor house in the quiet suburban jungle of Montreal; harmoniously working their dull jobs, surviving their boring and regretful lives.
Shepherd’s pie!
Would y-
Yes, yes extra cheese I got it.
It was the same thing every day; Change tires, headlights, the occasional brake job. Then drive home in his beat up old Toyota Pickup. Weave through schools of blind pedestrians, honk at aspiring race car drivers. Reverse the hunk of **** into the narrow driveway and kick the sweaty boots into the closet. Watch the world burn to ashes on the television, eat, drink and **** then off again into the night. He did this religiously but he didn’t mind his boring life all that much. Whenever he’d slide his blistered fingers across his thinning eyebrows he is reminded of what he really lives for. Whenever he sees them; the men in suits and noose cravats, he is reminded constantly throughout the day of what he lives for.
After a much needed meal and a coffee, Fred makes Unpassionate love to his wife, and waits for her to fall asleep. Staring at the ceiling while maniacally plans the rest of his night. Shirley is used to this, lack of *** drive and Insomnia was normal symptoms of depression. Little did she know he would wait every night till her tossing and turning would subside or die down. Then he would slowly crawl out of bed and tip toe down the stairs, something all too familiar to the middle aged man. He knew what floorboards creaked and how fast to swing the front door opened. He knew to release the handbrake and wheel the truck out onto the street before turning on the ignition.
Like clockwork he knew what to do, he’s been doing every night for years now and he wasn’t about to get caught. Fred drove slowly along the thin snow covered streets. The neighborhood was quiet deep into the night, not a soul outside except for the occasional midnight smoker. He made his way down the boulevard and into the intertwining back streets and parked the car far from his destination.
He had placed gas canisters in the snow around the perimeters of the closed coffee shop the night before and  As he held a book of matches tightly in his fist he made a prayer to a god he did not believe in. Fred wasn’t too sure of his motive, nor did he know his intentions, but he was well aware of what he was doing. He struck a match and watched the flame dance in the cold air before he dropped it into a trail of gasoline he poured himself. The bright fire was quiet pleasing to his squinting eyes and it grew fast. Unravelling itself as it engulfed the small building. He cracked his knuckles with the sudden bursts of satisfaction that pumped through his shivering body as he walked away from his work of art. Sat back in his truck spraying himself with the cheap cologne he’s been using for decades. He crawled back into bed with his snoring wife, tucking himself back into his dull redundant life;
Only to do it all over again tomorrow.

Choking, i spat out a piece of my lung,
Into the white porcelain sink,
Then after brief pause, I lit up another one.
And used the black tar as ink.

I’ve got a beautiful view of our disgusting city
And I can't even enjoy it with this necktie choking me
The phones ring like school bells; loud and inharmoniously
Hell, I’d probably jump out the window if it weren’t for the coffee
*Hi, how may I help you today?

Deep in its darkness;
There lies an infinite light,
Dancing in the distance;
Through the faint mist of the night.
Lying naked, on the cold moist concrete.
Dazzled by her elegance;
As she gracefully promenades the street,
She shines white, shades of blue,
She shines bright;
Regardless of the opaque gloom.
Paralyzed, My pupils wither,
She's making her way,
Like the cool numbing winter.
Oh you are but a beautiful stranger,
-A moonlit diamond, playing in the water

The alluring type
With an enticing smile
And hypnotic eyes
The kind of girl
That walks slowly
Dainty and seductively
Swaying her hips
And weaving around potholes
The kind of girl
You catch yourself following
Regardless of what trouble she may be
She is a...
Femme fatale
Enveloping you with curious lust
Then, in a ravenous rage
she
   will
        devour
                 you

She is carnivorous alright
But that is what makes her..
                            
                          so  
                            ****
                                tempting

I walked by a property where a fence caged in
Cedar bushes trimmed to look like exotic animals  
Where a modest mailbox, with a little red flag nailed to it
And a long cobblestone driveway lead to an
Enormous Gothic castle with vines spiraling up the towers
With tall wooden doors, a large stained widow
And a dull flickering candle light protruding from it;
Projecting signs of humble existence
A young man stood in awe, poking his small head
Between the frosted bars of the main gate
Disregarding all chances of being seen

One day, I’m going to live in that house.

I shook him from his daydream, with a flick of my lighter
And laughed silently as I took a drag from my limp cigarette
His Frightened eyes watched my smile crack
Like a frozen river breaking under the warm sun

*I’m a witness to that promise. Good luck

I took a hand full of frosted door ****,
My skin glued to the brushed chrome finish,
Like pitch forks and torches I spewed out of a mob,
A raw bone aching anguish,
Stepped in through the doorway leaving behind snowy footprints,
I stepped in the doorway leaving behind morbid hints,
Subtle snores filled the air a man sitting up in a sofa chair,
Biting down, trapped in his middle-class nightmare,
Eyes open slow expecting the unknown,
Then his nails dig into the leather as his pupils impload,
He chatters through his teeth a breathless "help" in Morse code,
So I held up my index finger, and said in a moist whisper,
"Don’t say a ******* word."
He broke out in a wide-eyed choppy nod,
Baby, in this hell this dark world,
There is no such thing as an all merciful loving god,
The night was silent especially in this dark room,
A man with soiled pants stares out into the empty gloom,
With his effortlessly open jaw and his imminent doom.

So when you fell out the window, light struck you blind,
She laughed her *** off; while she pushed from behind,
Let the smog cradle you as you drop in slow motion,
You’re falling head first; into a glistening street light ocean,
The winds' in your hair; blowing by a sudden sense of freedom,
And you’re falling head first; into a golden street light kingdom,
You looked up to the sky and your 18th story window,
Blew a kiss goodbye; to the stars and your Timeless widow.

This body of mine,
Is but a vehicle
I leave the lights on through the night
Start my day off with a dead battery
And When I step out
My bare feet sticking to the cold pavement
I slam the ******* door
And I slam it hard
I will drive this thing to ground
Because I know what I am;
A soul and perhaps a decent mind
For when I die. I will rot
And when I rot
Surely I will be forgotten
And that my fellow humans;
Is the cycle of life

Your eyes; a dark abyss,
Your back to the grapefruit sky.
Your heart is a closed fist,
And i cant help but wonder why?

Churches are empty
The cemeteries are full
Another beer, please

She's coming to terms
With the face in the window
One beer at a time

Hands in my pocket
Cedars powdered with sugar
Icing makes the cake

When the sky is grey
And the air cuts you like glass
*I walk on water..

Ive spent a good amount of time, looking at you.
Fascinated by your overlooked beauty.
Its those thin peach lips, and that warm grin,
Your fierce eyes, and velvet skin;
An autumn hazel, that pulls me in,
And so i thought maybe id let you know;
That i want you, from head to toe,
I want you baby, from your heart to soul.

You sing yourself to sleep in an ice cold tub,
Life is cheap and so is a gun,
You shiver and make love to your cigarette,
Tonight your going down wearing a tin can baret,
You know, opurtunity is a simple game of russian roulette,
And so you ponder life one last time,
The life youve just traded in for a dime,
Biting down on the barrel, its cold and it numbs your lips,
Its but an inevitable prophecy like the solar eclipse,
through the muffled silence; youre singing,
-"Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping"

Sadness is lust for what lies just outside your reach
Wisdom is experience and cannot be preached
Trust is a suit and tie, a cunning liar
While love is the dripping bucket, that puts out the fire
Happiness is attainable, yet it’s never enough
For stability is stagnant, and it’s got you cuffed
Pain is the fuel that pollutes the air
Sure, life a game, and it aint fair
So won’t you Rest your head on this bed of nails
For none of this really matters when daylight fails

Children dressed in oversized jersey's; lined with white stripes,
Are brawling in the street playing out their favorite hockey fights.
And the sidewalk was tucked in under a soft white blanket,
Memories of summer and autumn are falling out of a hole in my pocket.
The smell of fresh bagels filled the britle winter atmosphere,
And The sun blew me a kiss goodbye, for the early darkness was near.
I was choking on my burgandy nitted noose,
Turning the page to the comics, while i pulled my scarf loose,
I stopped to watch A single leaf hold on to that bold maple tree,
Taken by the wind, and into the suburban montreal esprit,
So i pried out a silver flask from my old levis jacket,
While the memories of summer and autumn fell out of a hole in my pocket.

The horizon? I’ve seen no such thing
The skyscrapers and condos barricade the shore like a picket fence
A crackling fire dancing alone in the woods? you hit your head?
With the flick of a switch you get the luxuries of light warmth and course; cellphone reception
Dude you have to stop complicating your life. He said
Listen man…Who needs lakes and springs when you have pools and hot tubs
Why walk or run, when driving is so much fun
Why read or write theirs a **** television in sight
What’s singing and dancing to techno and grinding?
How else do yeah fix the ugly? Without makeup and Gucci
Love?... Love?
Who the **** needs love, as long as she’s got a little leg and some cleavage you'll **** her to pieces
Man, what are ya? Depressed or something?
No I just… want to feel human
Buddy, this is the human


****..he’s got a point

Baby, I long for your precarious love
And I crave your dangerously familiar taste
That lingers in the air, polluted by you  
Oh…How I miss your suicidal kiss
….
It’s unfortunate but times have changed
Your presence sickens me
And I am done with you
My beloved nicotine

He raised his eyebrows, puckering his lips.
Bearing a watch on each of his wrists,
Along with a large leopard print cowboy hat;
To hide his long shiny inglorious black
I think he noticed me watching, which surely wasn’t new,
Cause he smiled and blinded me with his polished gold tooth.
Under the heels of his leather feet, the side walk shattered,
Walking slowly, he leaves behind what he’s fractured.
-Walking into tomorrow, he starts a new chapter.

He stood up in his bed, lightning struck from the clouds of cigarette smoke above his head. Pupils large like saucers in his eyes.  Dead skin around his lips, bed covered in last night’s fries.  Forearms infested with cigarette burns, like ****** tattoos in Braille. Yet he smiles, and through the silence you can hear his lips crack. Eyes wide and brows twitch
**** them, *****
Little bill swings his legs off the side of his bed, the bed springs creak as he stands. On his toes, he heads for the door. Walking slow, sweaty footprints on the hardwood floor.
**** them
He walks into the kitchen, using his cell phone for light. Slides open the drawer and picks up the largest knife. A straight A student, who knew he was ****** in the head. Surely he didn’t walk into his parents’ room with his knife to cut bread. He stood over his father, while he snored in his deep slumber. Smiled and burst out into an uncontrollable laughter. Little bill ran his fingers up the edge of the knife. Stabbed him repeatedly. Stabbed him dozens of times and made sure he did it right.

I fell in love a while ago,
To an exciting, divine and beautiful gal;
I loved her to death, in taste and in smell.
She was an exhilarating specimen; taught me laugh, live and love.

The thought of her, grinded my teeth, and ached my bones,
Hell the thought of her gnawed my lips and curled my toes.
At sight she shrunk my pupils and widened my eyes,
She gave me Goosebumps yet she was the raging fire inside.

Oh she was my one, my only. My snowflake, my perfect beauty.
-Her name was ******* and she ******* loved me.

Do you see? With your light brown eyes;
That I want YOU and not your bashful disguise.
For every hair, that blows in this November wind,
Kissing the smile you try so hard to hold in,
And I hope that my actions tell you, what I should’ve said.
I think I might just love you-
                 But you’re probably better off dead.

The crowd went quiet
As a tomato flew toward the stage
Cutting through the spot light
Like a solar eclipse
The man who stood alone
With a book open in front of him
Buried his gaze as he kissed the microphone

It came spiraling for him
And He caught it effortlessly
As though it were all a part of the show
But everyone knew it wasn’t
Then he casually spat on it
And shined it on his tux

Through the dead silence you could hear a
                Cling
As the young man winked to audience
Briefly blinding them with the twinkle in his smile
Then he opened his mouth about half way
And bit into the Fruit/Vegetable

He didn’t say anything
But I’m sure if he chose to, he’d say
**** ALL OF YOU!!!
But he didn’t have to
I think they got the idea

The sky is blue, but that’s nothing new
The Champlain Bridge is falling

The pipe lines blew, so let’s have a brew
The island of Montreal is rotting

They said “up the fees” and we begged them please
But this got them laughing

So we got pots and pans, did a little dance
Then bill 78 was a calling

Where the police officers, drive dodge chargers
Where the **** is your tax money going?

Its Bonjour/hi! But don’t get high
‘Cause Pauline Marois is watching

Love is; oxytocin with a hint of serotonin
Pheromones and testosterone
Dilated pupils and elevated body temperature  
Why can’t love just be love?
Moist palms and stomach aches
Embracing one and other comfortably
To passionately lay in bed and do absolutely nothing
Its having a gibberish conversations at 4 in the morning
Tasting her lips with overwhelming gluttony
Love is in the air, and on the sheets
Love is love
And I like it, just the way it is