I thanked god for my Taco Bell

And waited for you to speak

I got taller as you cried in my arms

I think they shorted me baby

The moon's a coward tonight

He lets clouds in bed and freezes as they pass him by

Stick your fork in the socket

Your eyes are a speckled green lightning

And your hair is erected like skyscrapers in the big city

All on my own, I wander into the poorly lit Bar of America

I find dream lovers and myself a fair heir to that mans throne

I sit in haste although I have nowhere to be , no one to greet

A maiden turns her head to me,

Expecting her to speak, I prepare a question about her lineage

She remains silent as a politician's mistress and dresses as such

I focus my eyes down to the floor as the barkeep drops glass

A family tree of poison spreads through the floor, creeping to her shoe

She offers me a drink called "i think I know your father" and is confused when I reply "no, thanks."

As my body is pulled from the inside to the outer brick, a short-haired phantom pulls on a smoke as the carcinogens seep out through her skirt

Nice weather you're having

Transparent red fills the street above my battered shell

I lie to myself as I lie on pavement

"My time has yet to come"  I say

"I'm still with myself"

But everyone crowding the nightcrawler's bar knows they are on the way out.

My chamber finds us ashamed
My bed, your department store eyes
It's a showroom all the same
For once I'm relieved to be waiting
For you to open the bathroom door
You look outside and say it's raining
You can't sleep along anymore
Flirtation with an undercurrent
Becomes a dance with a tidal wave
And final union with the great eye of the hurricane
Your eyes water up at the silence
Before the wind fumbles through the windows and onto your tired skin
Worn away by passing salt and liquid
Conglomerate reasons to deny and defy what is inevitable
As a tectonic plate shifts from it's usual bedroom position
So does your body
Disrupting my focus and routine
All my books are on the floor and my drink has poured itself onto the carpet
The room glows and twists
I jump out of touch
I land in solidarity
I never liked you much

Wife as I know it has succeeded itself not knocked down without cold left shoulder
tires burn and kids get older but while my light still shines bright and a community of faith will hold me tight and you drive behind me like a spell and you curse the time we had in hell but when I drive ahead can you fill my veins with lead so I will know true life death and I will grow with the trees and I will fall with the leaves and I will know you as my son and as my brother and I as my spouse the future is daunting and I red frame is haunting but I know that the future is liquid and I know that I'm afraid of what I will be sick with without you

Bloom big in the night-time
Separate yourselves when the day
Rolls around like a hearse
Rock and roll baby
I dug myself a hole baby
When you stood over me
Sugar dissolve me in tea
Should you, a leaf, make waves
Like me, oil in the sea

Yes I blame the pills

The pills that presented these problems, or at least made them prominent. The pills that kills everything's my body had to offer. >Bodies bloodied blued and blacked. These and the rest burrowed in my big sleeps.  >Hearing dad's voice reveal that heaven is the place I'm living in. >Lying in different couch corners watching the rooms fog and transform.  >a colorful reason to protest and a humble reason to continue. > only craft to consider, origami living. They press till you fold and fit their mold.

The house is sold.

Now u get more gold. You're kids are getting old. Your skin has gone cold. Either pole will do. Lift the casket with me.

Why off myself why off your bedroom light why off the car

For I get off on health and the moon and the girls who belong to no one

Your tears in my skin will wear off between conjugal and prodigal visits like your fake nails eventually do so keep reapplying and continue to spew light from your eyes and mouth  through the 2x2 cell window because it's dark and I'm crippled without it but when I allow myself out of the nucleus of this cell I will give to you as much light as you give to me. or will I be blinded by the overwhelming sky and recede back into the black whole of my-nd sick? it's cold, but I'm safe. safer there. Safer Here, dear.