underneath the thick layer of lust
exists a thicker layer of something more
i'm not like the others
he pleads
she doesn't believe
she hasn't for a while
she is too scarred to walk through the hallway
and open the door that contains what's true
i don't want to *******
he just wants to peel back the scabs

i wonder if her eyes can listen
because they can sure as hell talk

look how their eyes follow your every move
dead, judging eyes telling you you're wrong
their insolence rotting your bones down to the marrow
the lies you told
the things you stole
all reanimated in this
hallway of souls

all that my receptors are picking up
is the smell of stale cigarettes
the taste of sleepy time tea
and you, the most important of the three

feet making love to the pavement
as the stars above make a statement
telling us we should go home
but oh no, the night's too young
and the alcohol is too strong

we walked back
four miles up hill
we almost got lost in the thrill

those aren't skinny jeans
she painted them on
just like her smile
and every other emotion she dawns

these shoes
were battered and bruise
far before my feet called them home

my biggest fear
right behind clowns and dying alone
is that you would say yes
because you thought you had to

why the **** do you want to be friends all of a sudden?
what kind of ******* fool do you take me for?
maybe you're trying to get close
so you can memorize my strategies
and use it against me.
or did you just want to show off the
stupid giant ******* teddy bear you won
well congrats, i hope it animates and kills you in your sleep

since birth i've been plagued with this brutal honesty
that people beg for but then return
with receipt when they don't like the way it works

i can be a dancer
for the right price

feverishly i
check my inbox for any
sign you are still here

i'm very aware
of the more romantic path
right now, i don't care

in this black room
i see a red and two greens
and a yellow under the door
and an orange being nosey through the window

if i was a book
the story would be boring
but you'd love the end

there was a quaint town
the bricks laced with ecstasy
burned it to the ground

you, who arrived at my heart's yard sale
on some magnificent beast of
compassion and understanding,
bought everything in sight
and made me the richest man alive

to disappear.
lying among the melancholy pages
with thoughts of paradise doing a waltz
in a ballroom called action that's
fighting to keep that name
i rolled over in my slumber
with hope that i would dream your face
cause i have a proposal i've been    
meaning to propose
let me take you away from this place

the moon orbits around the world
worshipping it, loving it
believing his shine to be her pensive absorption
while the sun has been present since the very beginning
knowing the truth

there's these memories just floating
around like puzzle pieces that have
been cut into smaller puzzle pieces
each piece now a puzzle in and of itself

she exchanged heartfelt hugs
with her friends and i had no clue why.
i wanted so bad for her
to just stand next to me one more time

i didn't even get her name

she stood at the pool table
black shirt, black jacket, black pants
black happiness
but i saw a glow.
bright white, blinding almost
from the second she walked into
this modest german bar
sold out to service us.
i sat in the corner wishing i could think
of anything that would make her believe
i wasn't just another
finally we told lies together
of our birthplace "frankfurt"
according to witness accounts
witnesses being her only friend
with her on this tragic night for me,
i was too much like the last guy

tonight
i may have fallen in love with a stripper

you're only as drunk
as other people say you are

maybe it's because you're all strangers
and i'll never feel the judgement in your eyes
maybe that's why
all my fears feel free to ride the rides

keep
me
asleep
the bones
play home
to a throne
where you sit
an endless pit
boys who lack wit
find themselves amidst
her critters and first aid kits
at the bottom of this
at the bottom of her world

i hope i see you tonight
and when i do
i hope i'm drunk enough to play it cool
but sober enough to remember your face

there
a light pole looked back at them
from the top a hill
that's where you'll wait for me*
little did he know,
that's also where they would deliver his eulogy

i saw you in the frozen food isle
unintentionally thawing everything out
making the manager mad
i wanted to stop and talk
and tell you this joke i heard about a pharmacist's daughter
but i hadn't seen my own reflection in fifteen minutes

i quickly became the antagonist
crushing up dead leaves
and sprinkling them on your bones
throwing a bowl of honey nut cheerios
in a public swimming
leveling the plain
creating a crater

lift your chin, over encumbered soul
this is not the part where you quit
the townsfolk pray for you
the city folk prey on you

a wise man once sang
and the words uttered still remain true
*it's the freakin' weekend
baby i'm bout to have me some fun

my ears begin to burn a bright red
like the leftover embers from someone's
beach front campfire
narrow eyes and paranoid mind says to me
*someone's talkin ****

i stand up
make my way to the door
pat down my pockets once more
wallet
keys
phone
that's everything
puzzled i paused
my eyes look to my forehead
as if to find the answer
i feel like i'm missing something
then with smile and chuckle i
remember
it's you

my father lied on a bed of death
sicklied over with the ailments.
he had given up a long time ago
and now was waiting for it to takes toll
and when his finally breath spoke to the room
i was not there.
i was not able to bid him farewell
and express everything he meant to me
before he traveled to where ever
it was he was going.
probably heaven
it would be the lord's loss not to accept him.
i cried as his head rose with life
my eyes flooded with tears were diminished
as he whisper to me
that he couldn't leave
before he was finished
and then he was gone for good

everytime
it never fails
i wonder if you're this way with every guy you know
pleas tell me you're not

i could
rhyme every word
it would
be absurd
but i could do it
to sound fluent
and appease
these more traditional fans
of poetry
a theme i'll never understand
it seems the mainstream
will always be a dream to me
so i'll stick to my style
and what i've learned
the quickest way to get
my misled emotions on paper
a little bit of obscurity
with a rhyme here and there
to keep myself aware
that i am mediocre at best

this moment is screaming
for you to reach out and touch her
t-rex arms

i've never been a hunter
far too content to watch and wait
for the perfect opportunity
to do absolutely nothing

i'll name this laziness ADD
he will justify my inability to get **** done

we must stage a coup
to free him from this oppressive heart
that has seized control of his actions
there will be violent riots in the veins
and looting in the arteries
we will toss crates of testosterone like tea
into the harbors of the bones in his face
flushed red and full of rust
they have neglected to consider what he needs
and only lust over what he wants
we will break the chain mil armor of adoration
and tear down propaganda named infatuation
and free him from this oppressive heart

we watched a movie tonight
the interview isn't very romantic
but you sat next to him
slithering him who talks to you
the lies i would tell you with brutal truth
over his pronged tongue
with the lighFUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

erecting the walls
knowing the ones who travel
to knock them down
and more valuable than the ones who only call

when sentiments don't work
a long neck bottle will be my final resort

everything that comes out your mouth
comes in with autotune and reverb
repeat transmission. again.
i want to hear and believe
it's just hard to conceive
that someone like you could love someone like me

if i could add
to my convulsive impulsive
body of work i would
if words could become
overplayed they would
so no matter how much these words create us
i may be nearing a hiatus

i ask you
with quivering voice
what love was or is
or where it went
past, present, future
worth every cent
as you swam your way
through the wet cement
close enough to say
but not close enough to be correct

often times i've tried
to make cigarette and regret rhyme
but the irony and cliche
collectively became far to heavy to hold

we had lunch today
popeye's isn't very romantic
but there was candles lit
in every breath you took
the lobby abounding with carnivorous service member
yet we were alone together
laughing at the lynched television in the restaurants corner

you left me obsolete
to lie among the flip phones
and rounded tv's