the incessant words
you find so necessary
they are not, **** boi

sometimes the words travel
down a necessary path of self discovery
that bends and twist through
mountains of expression
before they are ripe to be picked

but sometimes the quickest way
from point B to point A
is a straight line

i've been having this problem
ever since i signed next to the X
superiors jealous
because my combover is the best

your beauty is like numbers
i can't put it into words

i can see your castle walls
from my bedroom window
i've been hiding under the mattress
counting the lines in the corner
only to put everything in perspective

there's this place i know
where it snows elegant white
where the graceful glow gallivants
with dangerous defiance in night.
to draft correspondence is criminal
and would force their hand
to eradicate infected people like myself
this place is anywhere you and i
share words and air

if i had been abused as a child
i would write about that
if i was a world war veteran
i would share stories of loss and pain
if i was a pirate sailing the 7 seas
i would sing songs of ***** and gold
if i was a **** selling dope by the dime
see "pirate"
but instead it's your guts spilling vicariously through my pen

i love every stupid joke you tell
all your quirky punch lines
bringing me closer to shore
even the ones i don't get right away
because they soar high above my head

can't we just be friends
no
i respond to my own frivolous inquiry

this is so much bigger than you and i
a view of the sky
a difficult sight to find
the only prerequisite being that you stand outside

at the pinnacle of depression
a man can justify anything
in his own mind, nothing makes sense
but his own my mind.

use those beautiful words
you wield with an expert's precision
to convince this man to convince himself
to take the stairs

sometimes the trailer is better than the movie
perhaps we'll recast for the sequel

you thought yourself so subtle
and follies so few
but to be brutally honest, sweetheart
i've met puddles jealous of you

deaf
dumb
lame
and ******* stupid
struck in the ***
*by a **** named cupid

nostalgia is a bitter town
its playground once plagued
with tiny giggling clowns
now swings a somber gold
and sings a soliloquy of untold
stories pinned to a plywood crucifix
the building which housed books
that usurped the position of absent tutors
are now antiquated password protected computers
and the potholes mapped out on my bike tires
are now paved over and the roads are called liars

i relish these nights out
tongue and hands dance off
she smiled the lights out
*and my pants off

Why, O Lord,
In your wisdom that knows no bounds,
Must you architect man's hands
To not penetrate with ease
Onto the narrow cavity of thy cheez-it box?

my binge drinking addiction
blamed for my phalangeal affliction
a panoramic depiction
*that i have issues

take a moment to save
the way we behave
take a moment to say
we're alive and okay
take a moment to crave
the things you deserve anyway
take a moment to slave
over friends through window panes
take a moment to portray
every feeling on a blank page
take these moments to the grave
because it's been way way way
too long since you've seen a day like today

one more dies from injures obtained
the death toll rises
but the number of people hurt decreases

these diabetic dreams
won't sleep until they've devoured
every sweet word you say

whether you steel or iron
either way you'll have some fresh *** clothes

it starts with one
one touch
or glance
or voice heard
across a crowded mall food court

then it becomes two
two people
in sync
or harmony
or a hand-me-down car
with hearts convulsing and palms sweating

eventually it becomes zero
but we'll cross that bridge
never if god permits

you make me uncomfortable
in the most romantic way

i sharpened my blade
preparing for this duel
an inevitable loss
but i fought all the same
to keep you from my

*brain

every opportunity
wasted

often i wonder
if i would know
when tragedy strikes
fight or flight
or cut my height
in half in defeat
would my knees become new feet?
would i just beg for mercy?

i'd like to think
that if one of my heart's share holders
was greeted by a gunman's greed
his devil commissioned deed
my name would be in the papers

keep it steady
for if we capsize
and do cartwheels with the blue
it's going to become exponentially
harder for me to love you

she's a dreamer
i can see it when she talks
her shadow couldn't keep her
from conversing with the stars
she became so far
out of my reach
the price of a peach

the cherry sky laughed
it was a beautiful laugh
but only for you

one man's dance
is another man's seizure

not a single frame of your oak eyes today
the only thought i had was of that song
the one at the end of furious seven
how pathetic am i

despite everything
i've frivolously expended
you remain resilient
hang in there, little guy

the same way you don't appreciate sleep until you go twenty four hours without it
is the way i wish you'd appreciate me one day but i doubt it

the words grow wings
and fly just out of reach
the letters grow gills
and disappear into the deep
as i begin to see
the difficulty
in prolificity

i don't like romantic movies
because i know that the end
isn't really the end

build this castle up high in the air
envision if one day the person or people
responsible for giving you life told you
there was no longer any expectations
or aspirations or goals to strive for
your parents don't want you to be a successful doctor
friends don't want you to be their giving tree
your siblings don't expect you to be some all knowing peacekeeper
you don't have to make anyone proud
you can't disappoint anybody
your one directive is to lie there and
enjoy the sunsets and sunrises
and low tides and high tides
you would be pretty **** happy too

they are all so blatantly vile and proud of it in a way i'll never understand.
i don't even know how to combat it anymore.
they accept ownership for every aspect of their unfortunate existence.
kurt travis spoke the truth
we are indeed all so full of ******* ****

the message received
from mother to me
do you have a girlfriend
i laughed myself to sleep

ya know the movies
where they look down a hallway
and it's ceaseless

if i was a betting man,
seventy seven floor tiles.
doesn't sound like a lot
but you fail to consider
the load you're bearing
and at the end of your journey
there's a cat with an appetite for your tongue

i'm drunk
you're drunk
we have so much in common

but you won't remember this
and neither will i
back to page one

and then it hit me!
like a truck or something that hits hard
you are the fly
a figment of my imagination
manifested through lack of sleep
and surplus of cheap german beer

the list of things i wouldn't do
is shorter than the list of things i would do
to see you happy as a ******* clam

you've been playing this game
far too long
to think the rules have changed

you've been singing the same
heartbroken love song
since nineteen ninety eight

every melting second came
something was wrong
but you couldn't give it a name

so you gave it the first one you thought of
you ****** up
accidentally fell in love

the sequel
is never as good as the original

but i'll still pay eight bucks
and sit in a dark room
that smells like ***
with strangers
eating burnt popcorn

to watch you for ninety two minutes

times winding down
sweat eclipses my brow
he shoots
the buzzer sounds
he misses
that's the game, folks

skin kissed
with a golden mist
lips twist like a contortionist
fingertips dipped
in something delicious
chocolate?
cinnamon?
come on then
don't tease
please i want you inside of me

the ides of my youth
i saw 8 different towns
each kept a piece lost