JESUS
not even her
perfect earth
dying alone
the lazy ozone
smoking
and blowing O's
**** it i'm done

will you build a tower in my name
will every step to the top sing to you
will every broken window pane
invite chills down your spine
will you feel the rotten wooden handrail
and brush the cobwebs from the corners
will you see the stars when you arrive
will your eyes meet the ground
will you build a tower in my name

the last bit of salt
like skin on asphalt
cracked skull
broken rib
punctured lung
busted lip
but you're ok, right?

i don't want to care
unfortunately, i do
you're still there
i love you, too.
stop saying that
stop calling me pet names
stop saying that
you're the one to blame
stop saying that
stop talking

she kept talking about larry david
it was destiny for me to give in

in this hall of women
stripping to get money
to pay their groceries
to eat i found love

i'm digging this sound
deep beneath the ground
asleep with the hounds
i'll keep making my rounds

i'm afraid of confrontation
so i'll save it some place vacant
to be stagnant. decapitated.

listen to the pilot
my brain started a riot
violent and vibrant
colliding with the quiet
mind beside me, hiding
lying on the tile
rivalry inside a missile silo
single file through the aisles
all the while you sit and smile
you did it

slave
to the skinny white
staying by the wall
all night

despite how i feel
you're still the one i feel
the fibers sings songs
filled with your name
and memories of it
**** it
**** it
i lie to myself again
void of memories
in which i didn't love
void of memories
in which you did

i hope they know me like you did
but they won't
i wish they could hide like you hid
but they don't
i tried to breathe in the wind
but i choked
i wish i didn't drink six
but i joked

i'm sure it was exciting for you
i only wanted to feel something
the sequel is never as good
everything was sold at auction
cold cement my only friend

with the mentality that i'm
trying to fool myself into believing
i shouldn't care but i do

in clouds
calming down
climbing the walls
of the compound
louder now
but still,
without a sound
commence the countdown

so what will you do when you're dead
will you find someone else's bed
a softer place to lay your pretty head
a easier way to release a ****** day
or will you make it home again.

it was so much easier to pretend
i didn't care when
*i didn't

with filthy, unkept
bloodied hair draping his
gritty, weather stricken face
glaring through frozen
torn eyes that have gone numb
into the punishing sunlight
of the unfathomable wickedness
a question was chained to his
morality dragging it through
nostalgia and the unknown

the waves keeping crashing
to make a sandscape kaleidoscope
despite the dashing young man
vanishing and politely asking
*stop

you produced a pocket
like a pint sized puppy nuzzling
into the bed space between my legs
puzzling how so afraid i laid and ran away
all in the same frame

her best ****
was half drunk
fully clothed
in the front row
of a strangers
disco funeral

it's like pre - gaming really hard
being way to drunk before you even leave
some people need to throw it all up
get it all out and let you know what they ate
others, perhaps the more important bunch
just need time

i've come to the conclusion
we live a disengaged illusion
there's three types of people
those who have conversation
on social media
those who have conversation
about social media
and those who just have conversation
i'm not sure which one frightens me more

idk *** u want from me

when there's nothing you can do right
and you don't know what you did wrong
and you don't know how to prove
that this is right where she belongs

you navigated around obstacles
over bridges and under waterfalls
til you found yourself safely in my life

when everything around me is blue
nothing doesn't remind me of you
like riding a bike
or tying a shoe
moments don't go the way you want them to
and i'll whisper your name when they
ask me *who?

it's a bad morning
for battling things borrowed
you'll have to try again tomorrow

what becomes the light
when the source is so sacred
yet so absent and an absinthe of fright
just beyond the clouds of human folly
volleying ideas off the wall
he trips on the same unanswered questions
they might as well be prayers

***** sheets
nights on repeat
lack of sleep
excess energy
my own enemy

like a sugar coated table saw blade
serrated and waiting which my heart evades
as it stands up and shouts repent
i apologize, in the name of self defense

i'm proficient in the role
as the one who doesn't care
despite the effervescent fact
that you've always been there

the paralleled walls
that the spiders dance along
crawling to the song
playing just before the dawn
under the shimmering sneaky sky
eyeballs glaring allow the sun to rise

cheeks flushed red
out of the blue
something so fresh
something so new
without the slightest clue
why.

we walked past the buildings
that house all your feelings
and too many tooth fillings
is killing me
my mouth is sore
for one more reason

i expected a mislabeled can
filled with tap water
i expected to hold hands
when i met your father's daughter
i expected stuffed animals
at the zoo
i expected so much less
and then i got you

cramp in a damp cavern
it's a lamp, not a lantern
not sure if a *** serve cold
is going to hold the old souls
so we can ask the man
with a *** or kettle or pan
on both hands and a bandana
fastened loosely like a noose
he writes in loose leaf
and speaks truthfully
that every fallen sapling
leaves a loose leaf

i climbed the trees
and swung from the branches
i identified the enemy
and assumed a defensive stance
i absorbed their blows
and added them to my collection
i glanced through blood and sweat
and saw it was merely my reflection

your. possessive.
you're possessed

i don't want to be around
for anything other than
to make you feel better
than you do right now

maybe this face
was made for being anxious
and these palms
were made to be clammy
and this stomach
was made for butterflies
and this heart
was made to beat faster
and this bed
was made for us

when the checkered flag waves
and the street lights fade
promise me we'll stay the same
and when the roads we've paved
all go astray
promise me nothing inside you has changed

she said
not until the streetlights come on
so we laid in her bed
laughing and strong
songs of the future
curb stomped my head

it doesn't mean i don't appreciate a nice ****
and you have a nice **** that i appreciate
very much

i'd rather be caught
in the cold chaos of war
laying in a broken cot
right next to yours
then in a wind blown
to your front porch
and you're not home