wake up to the german sun
you might say son, it's all the same one
but i'm no dunce, i know the sun
we've had fun, we were friends once
then i moved away from the states
that made me stay the same and changed

now all i see is his brother
who shines a billion different shades
Of homesick

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

i had a dream
and the only reason i could believe
it wasn’t real is that you were with me

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

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

the impending ending in sight
together for one more night
i can't pretend to know
how the rest of the story goes
but i do know this was the best
weekend of my life

i was busy all morning
organizing thoughts
and upon completion
i dropped the box

my head is a lava lamp

like a doctor's list of patients
with obsessive compulsive disorder
filed alphabetically over and over and over

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

no heart and all thumbs
i’m tired of feeling dumb
scarred wrists and empty cup
i’m tired of feeling numb

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

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

i want to build a castle
that will house all the arousing
words you throw around without
knowing where any of them are going
now you leave me no doubt
that your blouse will have found
it's own way to the ground
by the end of the night

the roads closer to home are still slick
with the tightly packed snow protected
by shadows
but, sometimes, that soft crunch, despite the
danger, is still preferred to the gritty grind
of salt on ice

daybreaks
as the fluids fade
i feel alone again

i'm drunk with this now
yet not a single drop has
touched my filthy mouth

i've always denied
the offered ride
i'm not sure why
perhaps it's pride
that makes me hide
and shy away
everytime i hear a stranger say
*hey, need a lift?

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

like ivory split on wooden planks
she whispered to the cloud
thanks
for watering the plant
from the very seeds she planted

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

i miss the days before the flood
when jokes were funny
when pockets held money
when mornings were sunny
instead of nose runny
tears corroding cheeks
deep canyons out of creeks
resentment when we speak
impaled on mountain peaks
stress is a disease
i miss the day we find a vaccine

slave
to the skinny white
staying by the wall
all night

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

your. possessive.
you're possessed

the curtains give this room an orange tint
I sit
cigarette lit
I told you I quit
but sleep soundly, on your pale moon,
as the second of two
bad habits I couldn't kick

that there is someone out there for everyone
is the greatest lie we choose to believe

you died upon that pedestal
because i wouldn't let you down
until you stopped being beautiful

honestly, it’s not so bad
right now
she’s not mad
right now
he’s not sad
right now
if i don’t think about it

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

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

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

i’m scared of the future
****** stares through sutures
pirates who don’t understand who you were
Before the scooters with less wheels
Soon we’re dying to try and live
Slippery thighs with lies within
Skinny kids slithering in to the house slytherin
My kids will begin to wither when
Their eyes see the skin their in
You’re working for a scholarship
sent. fist through mirror.

it's hard to find anything these days
in a world where it seems everyone is so
happily engaged to be engaged

when the sun set on this
tiny german town we set out
we were forced to believe
nothing could stop us
and there was no sadness
or anger or madness or danger
then the sun returned
making a liar of that
recklessly whispering liquor

i'd like to take a moment to appreciate
all the energy mother nature is exerting
to give us such a wonderful canvas
to keep the air cool yet shine sun on us
it truly is impressive
she must be exhausted

i’ll meet you where you might meet me
sandy scales of ocean water become your feet
the only memories of us I felt worthy to keep
skinny jeans and anxiety in corpus christi
you made me forget myself on the beach

there is an uneasy contentment
in knowing exactly what rock bottom looks like

my eyes meet your baby blue gaze
“nice to meet your face”, they say
my heart keeps a pace
adjacent to a train racing
to replace itself and sound and light
and if he attacks me
i hope it is not tonight

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

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

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

gone but not forgotten
a sentiment often lost upon
me for being too cheesy
imagine me, she sees something
i can’t


mirrors lie and every once in a while
you find an avocado that’s not rotten

it's like stepping out of a warm shower
into a meat locker

when i tried to make sense
of who's who and what's what
unfortunately, you didn't make the cut
regardless of your cute ****

i see things things i don’t mean
and say things that nobody else does
maybe someone with a college degree
can make sense of this digital buzz