here i sit
the night is over
i'm the only one awake
two guys passed out in the living room
will want me to take them to Starbucks in the morning,
but i won't
a girl in the spare bedroom
was making eyes at me earlier
i am too lonely
to be comforted or consoled
my only friend
the beckoning cigarette
and then off to dreamland.

i haven't slept in two nights
i live my life from
cigarette to cigarette
i live my life from
word to word

i haven't brushed my teeth in two days
i live my life from
bustop to bustop
i live my life from
raindrop to raindrop

i haven't had *** in two weeks
i live my life from
pestilence to perjury
i live my life from
decadence to debauchery

i spend my days in the sun
i spend my days in a stupor
i spend my days in a sofa
i spend my days in a state of confusion

i will rest my head on a brick tonight
and i will dream of a young girl with blue eyes
being swept away on the crest of a blue wave

i will dream of selling my soul for a handful of quarters for laundry
i will dream of old eyes by firelight, and old war stories
i will dream of a blindfolded angel with fire for hair walking slowly across a room
i will dream of a clear night sky in the country
so black but i can see the stars,
my god can i see the stars

i will dream of a world as bright as the sun
burning and falling to the ground
burning and falling to the ground
burning and falling to the ground

it's not too late
help me
start a war
here's your future
protection
snakes of christ
shake hands with beef
take care
confetti
smoke two joints
long road to ruin
redneck rampage
change
on the couch
vanessa from queens
she don't use jelly
you dress up for armageddon

6:43am
My blankets are so warm,
it's like being buried beneath a bear.
My mattress is a cocoon made of bread.
6:44am
The world does not exist.
I am in a black hole.
6:45am
bonk-bonk-bonk-bonk-bonk-bonk
and I am no longer suspended in time, space.
I am in the world.
I am of the world.
6:46
I emerge from beneath my bear.
My mattress crumbles beneath me.
I lumber toward the bathroom.
Time to ****.

i know i'm dying
dying just like all the rest
if you think i'm lying
lay your head upon my chest

i know i'm dying
but i refuse to do it quickly
i will forever fight the cancer
& hide the fact that i feel sickly

i'm dying, all the same
i've died, far too often
but i guess dying's just
not the same
without a body in a coffin

my tendons begin to break
my bones begin to soften
lord have mercy, for christ's sake
i'll go in a fit of coughing

i know i'm dying
could you please stop laughing
my voice has grown weak
could you please tell a doctor
what's happening?