It's on them nights I drink alone. Find myself thinking of home. These beers bottle bones empty and shatter. Liquor lung sigh. Chest heavy like a white trash wind chime. Like a six pack of bud ice hanging from some fishing line. Hear them low notes bouncing of the lips in the wind. And maybe you worry, but ****, I'm fine to drive. And on those days when my gut isn't a gas tank for beer refilling at a pity party pit stop, I drive on love. Write love poems on phones before the ***** knocks me out. And sure, maybe my love makes as much sense as the words I slurr. And maybe my love is as unique as the crackheads needle in the haystack, but I'll still love you serious as a heart attack. Like a stroke... of genius... an epiphany about the realness of God. That maybe the story is flawed, but you're welcome to believe. And maybe I'm drunk right now, but I never meant to deceive. So kiss me with your break lights, while a pray to the slow light that I can live life like an old man feeding birds on a bench in the park. Got nothing else on his mind... just love... you maybe. And whatever you might think. I promise. I'm fine to drive

wake up stare up
at the shapes they make
dinosaurs, t-rexes mostly
the state of oklahoma
and jesus’s face
im awake but not hungry
smelling my stomach
tasting what i want
which is coffee
some stimulant
to exercise to jolt my mind
its utmost function
of the shapes in the water
and their shadows in the shower
within the newfound
blue sky blue cloud
awareness,
the street of awareness
and harmony, like my friend
named Burns when she ‘created a slow,
two-step harmony
in her soul’ on Louis Street,
and that other song,
when it goes,  'Lord,
take me down to me
Mexico, Rosarito’s,
Baja, California...'
a place I’ve never
been.

Corroding off in wreckless control
Repeated lines stretching infinitely in ambiguity
Sharp muscle relaxant mistakes
As we career off the road
Into a ravenous singularity
We are unforgiving, cynical yet synthetically joyous
Quick to pardon
Whipped with a gold leash
Delicate, leaves, Celtic music
Rubik's cubes in our throats
We're ready to let love in, willing
Nova tech, drunk masks and indication
Indignation, we clutch, we fail
Partial to conditions
Stones out of focus

Accelerate
Engines bleed borders
You are the free way
Impotent with quartz remnants
Ruins to our fantasy
You hide history
Covered in my burrow
Braking until necks break & bags burst
Powdered hair, liquid lips
Let's drive home
Go beyond the limit
Break each others bones
And crush our entities
Suffocate on suffixes
Her explanation acquits the doubt
As we appear closer than we may actually be
Industrial stacks stretch towards invisibility
Letting go of their concentrate
Gelatin mind
levitate into connection

Cups turned upside down
Entrapping ego in near vacuum
Aqua ducts bouncing off feline eyes
2 & a 4
Perfect air in a foreign atmosphere
Spinned on axis, ways to conduct
Your supply
Secede madness
Eternal order
Lungs sharply inhale with uncertainty
Hydroplaning your attempts at adultery
Decision was never your thing
Unmoving at every turn
Passion with objects
Reactions flicker between humility

It gives gifts
Your skin melts to the touch
Chocolate in magma
Molten sound deafens drench
Jealous mess, dividend
Hugging and dripping black with stability
Back, holy scripture written with integration
Sealed with treachery, acetate photography
Capturing clear innocence
Boredom and sinfulness
Spiked militant
Pencil drawn neuroses, veil
Bow down to schematics, we're radar
Sonar structure solar
It's all part of the process

When I'm dying
I want to think back on my life
And see positivity.

I want to see the lives I've touched,
The smiles and laughs I've created
And the thoughts I have provoked.

When I'm dying
I hope to have no regrets,
No fear,
And no pain trapped in my heart.

I need to be purposely positive
Because positivity is contagious
And I want the world to catch it
To stop the suffering.

What will flash through my mind?
Will I smile at the good times?
Or frown at the apology I never gave
Due to my own stubbornness.

When you're dying,
What do you want to see?

jokes, no limits
everybody needs to laugh, to dream
so let's rush and get away
spend the weekend with vampires
extroverts not needed

just need a friend to get by
(or i'd probably go insane)
read, write, listen with me
don't think i don't care about you:
of all the somethings and someones,
nothing compares to this, to you

Once more the ancient feast returns,
And the bright hearth domestic burns
  With Yuletide's added blaze;
So, too, may all your joys increase
Midst floods of mem'ry, love, and peace,
  And dreams of Halcyon days.

The bag exhales its emptiness.
It has run out of things to give,
only a few husks.

I prop my hand under my chin.

My darling puts her kit on the table
and strings the kernels through.
There were all shades of yellow #5.

America's #1 Finest!

She puts them round her neck,
glistening in tv-light,
that nacreous shell of a necklace.

The white noise plays on.

They start to burst, each one of them,
into a different kind of flower—
daffodils, dandelions, daisies—
it was quite a piece.

My hands are so close now, trembling,
and I am hungry.

The white noise plays on.

Quickly I ****** at them, ****** into her,
And my hand comes out empty,
only a few husks.

The petals scatter slowly around us.

The bright, yellow sun is crashing,
And so, too, does that crumpled bag
Into the trash, above which hung

My heavy heart, my sweet
And her finest around her neck.

I prop my hand under my chin again.

I want a girl who loves like spring
who's fresh and wild
and with eyes that gleam
her heart is open
her dreams are unbroken
She follows them with reckless abandon
If she lets me find her
forever we'll wander
Because life was not meant for standing

I want a girl who loves like summer
who's fiery and strong
with a heart like thunder
her presence is radiant
she emanates brilliant
her passion is hers to control
If it's me she admires
we'll succumb to desire
and bare to each other our souls

I want a girl who loves like autumn
who's sweet and caring
whose empathy blossoms
her smile is healing
her words filled with feeling
She brings me back out of the storm
If she lets me inside
the rain will subside
and together, we will be reborn

I want a girl who loves like winter
who's keen and clever
and sharp as a splinter
her brilliance is palpable
her brightness incalculable
She finds the solution to all of my woes
If she finds me worthy
I'll acquiesce humbly
we'll light our fire and take our repose