If everything is not
and no
and don't you go,
sing out your singular heart all alone
and in your basement
and in my car outside the store to the clap
and my start
and to Miss Mary Mack,
went to the track to sing it out
and loud
and proud, when the track goes black don't take it back
realize what you're really never gonna reach
and more
and will never want to be then
let it go outside when it snows
and bury it deep in the sea
or in a creak below the stairs
where the "don't you" goes
because what you aren't to me
might be what I'll never be.
Even out in the deep deep dark of a blackedout heartbeat
rat-a-tat tapping in a car next to you
or me
but I'm not here
and saying no
and don't you go somewhere
at this point in time I could apologize, my moats are filled with tacks
to stop you in your tracks
and just so you own't go back out
bring back my pack
all dressed in gold and black
so we might hold you close
at the end of one thing
and the beginning of a new thing, a possibly cruel thing
and I know you wont say you don't do this to me
and leave the closest car seat cold
but if you do
and everything for me is no
and no
and don't you go then nothing for you
will be
to do
and go
and won't be missed
I'll clap to see you go out by the tracks, all dressed in black
singing Miss Mark Mack to myself out in the black backseat of my car
outloud.

there are pieces of me hidden in the walls that you will never forget
but that's not your occupation now
chasing down younger stars by the seas
if you were a good host you would've at least made toast
but you never did find the right combination of pills and tries to be perfect
so we all go hungry

rust-red shoulders, shark-flesh skin
in debtors prison before the week begins
you've been dying since the day divorce first came around
hollowed out syncopated, broken and unborn
I'm radioactive and I'm in love
I'm ready to go but we can't go slow

has anybody seen the gasman goin' round?
this is the day and the glory
fuel set to fire
fractals in the walls all going down
the spaces that we share were my all-time favorite hiding places
but you knew them all too well
now we're planetary alignments on rusty shocks
but you're pluto a voyager away

gold-veined limbs smashing clocks into scattered ticking parts
priceless gems from eras never passed
it's the strangest medicine we've tasted
the only one we need
is this fantasy
I learned nothing about dying this year in science
stranger medicine I haven't learned to make

Share your life and fall away
infect the world you left behind
while we fall apart moving on
away, again to Broadway sound
a turn you'll never take
although the concert halls have your dollars now.
When oh when did we start going down?

Our vices, come to overspent life
while the world keeps rolling, rolling on
without you, without you while our sins keep
finding sinners to latch onto once again.

When oh when did I start writing in "I live for you"
and not "I love you"? It's not a healthy mistake,
though it's one I wont stop making.
Our slippery *****, held in high esteem
like true love
even though they aren't the same.

Our vices, come to overspent life
while the world keeps rolling, rolling on
without you, without you while our sins keep
finding sinners to latch onto once again.

You did just the same
didn't see the stars falling to stand next to you.
can we really save another person?
Or do I think that life's just passing
while we're all just standing by
waiting for feelings to reboot?
I liked it.

Our vices, come to overspent life
while the world keeps rolling, rolling on
without you, without you while our sins keep
finding sinners to latch onto once again.

Why not float away again, never return the same
infect the world you left behind?
When you're gone you don't get a single word.
We're done with you,
We're dont without you
and you're done without your mind
the ones you left behind.

Our vices, come to overspent life
while the world keeps rolling, rolling on
without you, without you while our sins keep
finding sinners to latch onto once again.

If nobody means it
it's poison on your tongue
right when I want you
dead.
This ain't the real world
your friends aren't two-fold
& you couldn't keep away from
this.

All you only are the words your bias
can propel. And tell your crowd
I hope they lie in wait & in service to you.
Don't betray yourself and tell
the truth.
If and says it it wouldn't be the same,
but here it's you. And everybody
at this party you weren't invited to
knows that you can't quite be trusted
at all.

Because you'll catch yourself in lies
& smiles you're faking because the poison
you are spreading are only touching you
Medusa. We won't look you in the
eyes.

Lies & goodbyes are so in style.
It's a poisoned life
to be lead & leading you.
It's something anyone might do
but every time,
it's you.

if it started in the basement where do we end up?

when my lips press up questions with my hands far down below
what do I want from you?
new love got noticed today

re-calibrate and judge again
is there anything we've fought for?
the text behind my fingers might be lying but my lips for sure are not.
holding hands doesn't count when your mouth is facing the other way

back at home shallow hands we've hung up at the door
and duct-taped truth gagged in the den
if it's in the open, it shouldn't have to be said
but you just could be blind? or is your mouth not quite on straight?
like mine.

re-calibrate and judge again
is there anything we've fought for?
the text behind my fingers might be lying but my lips for sure are not.
holding hands doesn't count when your mouth is facing the other way

please try again with this vending machine of love
I wont take your crumpled-for-granted dollar no more
take me out to city streets
or i'll just go alone
and perhaps text you when i'm home

re-calibrate and judge again
is there anything we've fought for?
the text behind my fingers might be lying but my lips for sure are not.
holding hands doesn't count when your mouth is facing the other way

reading lines from a script in goodnights and hello's and daring daring not to say
when I didn't always mean it
it goes unspoken face to face
what do you hear between us?
I think I'm going deaf

re-calibrate and judge again
is there anything we've fought for?
re-calibrate and judge again
is there anything we've fought for?

holding hands doesn't count when my mouth is facing the other way pressed against somebody else's.
I hope you notice before I have to say.

beat poet
the lines, the times
they are a changin'
entropy of empathy
the anthem won't explain it

the world just keeps on turning
and warming up the globe
nations of hate hotter than warheads
hate ain't what they pay us for
be a boss but don't be bossy,
boxing in a corner lot

everyones a leader
leading no one
supply and demand spinning pulsar-fast
economies based on wars
collapsing under peacetime
without fires
the lobbies smothered fighters

beat poet
the lines, the times
they are a changin'
entropy of empathy
the anthem won't explain it

inflation  cannot haul us up
here at the bottom of the heap
can't even afford the beep
beep that tells us what's wrong in our hearts
medical bills ticking higher numbers than volumes of get-well cards
we're under attack
our changing family pact

beat poet
the lines, the times
they are a changin'
entropy of empathy
the anthem won't explain it

spoken word, short form
bytes from sharpened canines
written word, formatted to the dimensions of our icons
glittering oh one around us in the haze
our might in roaming-charged clouds of war
you can burn the papers
ban the books
we weren't writing in your margins anyway

our beat is undrummed, uncensored by you
language we took, righteous and true
and the ideas we kept to hurl out
our aim would be true

shout now
aim for us, beat poets

beat poet the times they are a changin'

atomic nuclear power plant of life and joy and woe
here to the bitter, buried end, bleeding in the snow
the smallest parts have the biggest burn
the biggest thing we build is made of parts of us, all brighter than the gold

it's the little things that keep us jumping on
turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life

plated wonderous processes, slides that aren't all clear
and if you're standing there alone, know that you wont be there for long

it's the little things that keep us jumping on
it's the little things that keep us jumping on

everything starts small and sparkling
building things with no charge
and no weight inherent
add a dose of positive self-negitivity
and boom.
go out and create chains to fallicate your flaws
i never knew you wanted me there too
well here i go with

it's the little things that keep us jumping on
turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life

unbroken and unbreakable
made all out of stars
i am the god particle, about to go nuclear

turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life

oh undertaker
a high school poet died today
and they say

popularity is just relatability
see them in that mirror watching you
but check your compacts at the door
(look them in the eye)

they might **** you tonight
oh undertaker
how did they die last night?
forced the knife of lips
and lies into their minds
hit by a train full speed before the station lights
could see them in the way

we hate what we see
staring back, fade to black
in this highschool drama scene
who the **** are you?
can't be me
because i know myself, and this
dyed hair, straight kicks, concert tix
i see. that kid just aint all me

it might **** me tonight
oh undertaker
how do they die alone at night?
forcing the knife of lips
and lies into their minds
hit by a train full speed before the station lights
could see them in the way

give me my pen it's stronger
than the wings of that waterproof eyeliner
you cried off in the bathroom stall
last tuesday
oh undertaker, you
drew em back, of course
sharper than a sword but twice as brittle
because you hate the way they frame
her eyes, and your lies too

they might **** you tonight
oh undertaker
how did you die last night?
forced the knife of lips
and lies into their frozen faces
crushed by a train full speed before the station lights
could see them in the way

tonight, check you faces at the door
come in clear
and dont check your face to see
who's looking at you
we all see the same screen
our pores in bass-relief
tombstone grief

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day
These are the days that I fear,
these are the days that I live for.
Because the fear can't last, the planes
don't crash, & the clouds are pure up top.

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep fissuring.

The world keeps turning, skies
don't keep on burning, 'cept at the 838 mile-per-hour
my mind goes to freeze the sun in my eyes.
It blinds.

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep feeling fractal.

These are the days that I pray.
When the streetlights don't go out &
the skies change gray, I beg.
Because weather like this is for change.
When rain & sky never have a say
everything is here on the ground, I say!

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep flashing flat.

It's the neatest writing I've ever done.
It's the neatest end that we've come from.
The light stays simple, the lives end late,
but the clouds don't have a say.
Because they're the days I fear to move
& do & be. Be neat.

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep feeling frail.

It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.

But the skies keep turning.
But the skies keep turning.