cheap vices with expensive taste
an idle mind is such an awful waste
leave me to the bottle and a dim lit place
with a pool table and the girls who play
the monster can’t hide his hungry eyes
good morning, class. turn to chapter five
the monster can’t stay one size
when it stops growing, it dies

she woke up way too early
the whole world still is sleeping
deep in the whirlwind
a boy and a girl win
a chance at inevitable weeping

she played the piano
and he smoked a cigarette
it burned at the tip
he yearned for her lips
he's never been a man of regret

he always did what he wanted
she always did what she's told
they met in a daydream
they bet on the home team
like a tornado their story unfolds

he said,"where are you from?"
she said,"the same place as you."
they laugh and they play fight
'til "sleep tight", said this May night
she hadn't the slightest clue

alcohol is quite an aphrodisiac
she fell in love with all that she heard
now cold and despondent
this morning the calmest
and last night was nothing but words

when you wake up in the golden hour
sunlight turned the drinks all sour
put down that cue and head for the door
too many nights have i felt the power
of an evil that loves nothing but to devour
a broken man with both knees on the floor

i remember hiding by a garbage can
while the paramedics checked my fathers hand
one broken deadbolt and blood on the frame
i wear my scars like a cattle brand
this dysfunctional family is who i am
i will change myself cause i cannot change my name

i want to be in love again
the necessity of morning coffee beyond
head spinning drunk and madly grinning
devious shifting of hips and hops cementing
nights that never end until the
sunrise starts ringing

i want to be in love again
or just a little bit closer than only talking
when you want to or when it’s not too
inconvenient

finally, looking up from these pages
written by satan, demons impatient
seething with anger and waiting
for me to be complacent and eager
to hate everything.

replacing the fallen leaves with fragments
of feeling complete. i feel elated. realization
that nothing is what it means.
i’m becoming what i want to.
triumphantly defiant in the face
of the tyrant. and the tyrant is youth.
disappointing the evil spirits appointed
to me sews the seed of a feeling of freeing
myself from me.

under the dress
they daintily caress
lips pressed to chest
my fingers slide
where pleasures hide
and feel your eye
that only sees
your inner thighs
they poke and pry
their way inside
the unknown
you rollover and moan
your backbone bows
fingers and toes
themselves almost broke
you've found your throne
now it's time to take you home