Such serious desperate pleading words
Surely backed by something robust, important and
Respectable !

Agatha, agatha
Mitchin magarkle.

Gorpaloff horpinsall
Titchy and tardle.

Weys hume lot bardin rodd
You ****** it up,
Now suffer the consequences.

Goopy shmoopy gadaloopie,
Snorg a snorg a drape a drane.
What if the cops had all the power?
Asa waisa majah train.

Ganz snas a gappa worp
Hoogie doogie gadanoopie.
Buster brown's not gonna like this
Orz snorz a borz lorz.

Yeah, I think something just fell.

Every sip I trade for petty glee
Takes me that much further from you
You know your wine *****,
All I wanna do is insult you until it's tangible--
The air around us will begin to scream about what a little ***** I am,
What a little ***** I've been
And what gives me the right to go MIA
By the way,
Don't hate me cause I'm gay

Or just because I'm sad too
Or hate me cause I'm sad--
I don't give a ****,
This is ****** wine.

I should find solace in eudaimonia
And calmly work my heart rate up
But I had to be human,
A reeking, shrinking mess.

Now I'm ******* bricks because it's leaking like a sieve
But after crimson left my face
You were smiling like we both knew

Almost like we both knew this would be okay

Sleep is with the chemical stains
Gnarled hardness in the soft tissue
And sleep is with the obsession strains
A tunnel vision we never cured
My long and detailed daisy chains

Sleep is with his verbose rants
And how much kitty left is there
Sleep is with feeling out
Am I going to care?
Am I vital?
Like am I even there?

Sleep is with knowing i can rock this, but worrying I might forget
Sleep might be just a liiiittle too eccentric
And sleep is with bad bets

Sleep is with bad bets,
Sleep is with you.

On the other side of the mattress,
Sleep is with you...

Just a sliver of the moon
And sleep is with you
You're the thing my heart should have never seen--
A golden vein with blue.

Sleep must be
Somewhere
Out there,
With you.

We worship beans like it's Bobody's business, and
Beans are my hero

Beans are fibrous
With protein and tasting
Them makes me ready

Beans over-acheive
They did not have to be so
Healthy and ****

I would pour beans where
Fate led me to decant them
Anywhere, Bridget

I'd love a salad
Made of just beans and more beans

I'd eat it with beans.

Shut them up, everyone
Saying "you're tripping"
For once we will act
Like this all makes sense.

Way too apparent
Often predictable
Stumbled on something
That no one expects

Kiss you all over
Pick up the pieces
Who would have thought
That she wanted to know?

My life is a joke!
But she knows how to take it
A can of beans
An evening ****

A strong person sends me on my way,
I balk, i
Wish it was time
To remember how to walk

I keep myself occupied, but drugs will transform
I just needed someplace safe and warm

The chaos theory of blowing leaves is threatening
Try not to take it as an insult
The sunlight is hard, but it's yellow

And yellow
Is for *******

If you ever needed a hint,
I got you one.
If you ever needed to chill,
I'd still care.

Because we're smart like that,
Because we're askew.

I hate you,
Why did you leave me,
Now i never try.

I hate you,
Why did you leave me,
You're in disguise.

And I'll never forgive you
For leaving and laying me down in my grave
Down in my grave

I guess I'll never forgive you
No matter what I say
I say

I hate you
You left me
Now I'm giving up

I hate us
We left me
Now I'm given up

It's precious
Don't waste it
She don't lie when you taste it
A better man saved it
A better man saved it
A better man saved it
A lazy man wasted

The fact that you exist,
Like a red and virile fist
Pulsing life into spaces I can't reach
Your name etched on your wrist.

The way in which you breathe
If I could wear that on my sleeve,
I would
Forgive my sin, Marie
All my best poems are about you.

There's things that we are missing here
Things that we forgot,
But it's the little golden hairs
That were definitely there.

And it's the way in which we knew
Just what we were going through
And just what we were not.

But they're there when I crest and I rise up
With your smile
Crash like a wave but I miss you by miles.
The little golden hairs are reflected by the sun
And I'll die with the husk of your memory
Chewed by time
Inside my quiet cortical
Tomb

What gives and what keeps giving
What do we keep doing with it
And what keeps living?

Despite travels with an even tide
A cool sublimation separating hate from the garden
Cool drifting through your afternoon
Whether ripe or rotten

Drinking nectar from the garden
Its bulging eyes and gnawing mandible make their transactions
Brain swimming with nonsense
Heartbeat muted by the abscess of mutation

Seared by a fireplace

All these tiny outstretched hands
Doing everything they can to hold me
When they get there that's where I take issue with you
You insult her with your sluggish attitude and careless demeanor!

But I'll take help where i find it
Cursing curses never helps
I do not find my hands lazy, I say
As the blood seeps back into them
A pale and nervous man said.hoping to excite life in the naked mirror

Oh well that's... That's coming along great!

Dindle, dindle
Moffy harat--
Sopol washay kivy Karrem...

Haloolay, binsweepbmigoo!
Dashal lats a hamy dreamdrop.

Ash laren ta wa hoofy morden,
Anwal op tot gooris mork

Hing, sweech, dench, boon:
Ommay carse a see-tee korbin.

Ommay narch a long bingboon.

Ommay larse a leech, leechy bimbat a sa tarray en flelnflap.

Acatosteh.

Simsom, wissin un a modder scable.

Ee sasterbuddy roun.

Cotta nodder scable--
Efry bottie younts.

Bosha hot pod o'dawdle
Scarf me nex me mekme randy
Goof, goof, a sart asoddle
Sek me sek me lek me kandy

A rim rite, a raddle
A pleep dwine of spaddle
Ohhhh, misser blimpkin,
Downda dwaddle
Hissy mifflin!!!

Sharkdoze a waisoden,
May kawaki sanden
Iffle wy kaberkisten
An mash dat hazzazen WIF.

Zeekerboxen haddlemat gwerly
Ashoo, ashoo, ashoo

Zeekermoxen ganderbly heekhok:
Manersim widdot gamookie.

Quinhingle zanstermax habeebop

Fwa da pronsenous misgaret, ahsem trungit me ligamo!

Scrimpshle margle daddle boogie,
Marp-a-narp a tok tocken.
Slarly barndis greddle meepshin...

A siddle mibby glockshen.

Naddle bwud a moobleshuggy--
Swaven maddie hopstick.

Aggie brang us Finfelsteenin
Maggy bwangus mopsick.

Gravel raddy hinfle snuckus
(A toddy marsh to tek homin)
Anamabble woddy fuckus, wopple noffin gomin

Amass a rate frark

Beem hoo dussin.

The Rabinet plays guitar,
He is bad,
He lives underground,
He never does anything,
He makes it seem like he cares,
He doesn't,
He's just floppy rabbit skin with no rabbit meat or bones,
He's just a snack for the next woof that comes along,
He wouldn't even make good soup,
He has some redeeming qualities but he's too ****** for them to show right now,
He spends money on **** that he should be saving up,
He's annoying,
I don't want to listen to him,
You'll have to speak up sir
I don't speak Rabinese.

Mice like to sleep in a spot in the floor
Under your bed.

There is a little family that lives
Three to four feet
Beneath your head!

Now, they never pestered you once
No, never made a peep
All they ever did was move around when you sleep

Never took a crumb from a cupboard or cabinet
Just slept underground like Miss Mole and the Rabinet

Miss mouse and her babies all cuddled and cozy
While mister mouse works on his mystery project
And just what it is
Well I told you
Don't mind it
You never found mice
In your bedroom
Now did you?

Calibration is important when fighting them
It is said they have higher caliper weapons

Knowing your enemy, how he thinks, how he moves--
That is essential.

It is not so hopeless, it is not a joke
Not to that extent and you know it in your heart,
What this could be.

Rebuke the devil.
Rebuke the devil.
Rebuke Satan.

There are tall demons, tall demons that will tell you they are made of stone, steel
DNA, guns, money
Paucity, bad timing, fat
But they are not made of those things--
They are made of smoke
And you can walk right through them like pillars of smoke.

There is no hope for you if you walk out into the rain without at least a sunjacket on.

Pairs of dark red or black ******* are more likely to contain blood stains

Don't forget to slurp the noodle

Detectives are dissolvable
When viewed like a disease

When kept safe from infection,
Evil finds its ease

So many different methods
To burn away two pleas

For sick and sad attention,
They never wanted these

A minor operation
We'll have to cut the eyes
Oh no, the mouth is spurting on--
I guess it's telling lies
Incision at the jugular
Explosion, all the same
With one clandestine movement
You'll never know my name

I have become
Bleak

Caffeine
Nicotine
Alcohol
THC,
Weak.

Shriveled up when I felt too much
Like some cowardly, lowly mollusk,
But vines

Vines rustle as they reach
The length of your spine

That stealthy girl
I bet she's still alive

Lou
Lou had brown skin like crumpled newspaper and a voice like muddy gravel
His skin and his life hung loosely from his skeleton
Having developed fat
Having developed a slight limp

We prayed for utter salvation from the confines of a two-man cell,
But I dropped myself off

Now I could reach down my throat
And my heart would slip around this mess of blood and guts.

It might take me an hour to find it
What's next,
My brain?

In my shell

Somewhere far away
You're a fire dancing in the rain
The very same one that sang my body, too
And I just draw up what I'd do
If I could--
To try and love *you.

I think I died, he said
And stared right at the sun
The black that started swirling
Watch it overtake the sky

And sickly, from the shadow
Blossomed forth the same **** world
Only, something felt a little lighter
Something, indeed
Was missing...

Whatever it was that was missing from his skin
Left the world lighter
And so more easily let go

Like everything was aerogel
With nothing holding special hell
He remembered standing here before
With chunks torn from his heavy heart

And where he hit his head,
He fingered that old scar.

I could almost tell you something, but I'm afraid that I am dead
I whisper bleak, I love you
Try to hide the words
From God

Something just turned off in me,
I don't know what it is
I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present.

I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present,
I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present.

I'm never sure which world I am inhabiting at present--
I'm never sure which world I am
Inhabiting
At present.

Someone tell that little sliver she's worth being a part of.

Someone find her validation--
A gentle giant with a tender touch.

But please don't mention how I called her,
Or she might shy away
Please just love her good and proper,
She isn't here to stay

Now, I know it don't sit too pretty
Peering from the city heights
But somewhere nested there, my sliver
Sings and sings and sings despite
The noise from every animal
That ***** and eats and ***** and sleeps
My sliver that was worth it all
My sliver who was thin and deep

A heart knew love
But was stunted,
It screamed

A scream found its ears
Planted just across the stream

But when push came to shove,
A heart lost its love
And screaming was empty,
Just wind through the trees

Is war a freak
Or is he our nature
Is Ares meek
Or Mars the future?

Are factions real,
And do they suffer?
Or are they better,
*******?

Stir up something stronger
In my mind,
A mind you tower over
A body dancing inside
Pull yourself out of yourself
Pull yourself into your blood
Resonate the sanctum

And stir up something stronger
In real life,
I can see you tower over me.
I'll take your teardrop in my eye
And it will freeze
But my heart will melt
And work my hands rougher.

When we all realize how much stronger we are than each other,
Suddenly we all feel about the same strength.

We could be California dreaming
But nothing's what it seems
Would you tune into bodhicitta
/Would you bend to find a meaning
Would you level with me

For a second?

I thought I had it right,
But all my criticisms of you
They just melted into spite
I wanna love you
Don't wanna waste my days and nights
Pretending I'm above you
Like I'm drowning in the light ...

What if I got stranded forever on an island,
And your discography washed up,
And all I could feel was your music?

What would I know about you then?

They won't ever understand.

Bubbles approach
Let's hear what they have to say

The distance between us is staggering.

December showed up dead
Her limp body supported by a gaggle of murderers
Between them little sense was made

The peonies were poisoned,
The hydrangeas were hiding,
The tulips were passing *******
And the roses don't even know what hit them

I curled up in the mulch

There was a pretty blonde girl,
Projectile vomiting

I will freeze your ***** and keep it in a ziploc
To feel closer to life
You will go on to make beautiful love mandalas on the very brow of the universe

I've got all this dead fruit
I think it's time for a change

When teeth sink in it feels the same, only red
Red that matters, iron fountain

Then teeth fall out and the eyes know the end
Black and shallow color, it doesn't matter
When the brain can't keep it in

I feel so sublime when my body twitches along
To your radiant music

Then a flash of rouge leaves me stranded in time
Til I find toxins to bind to again
And wash back into the river

She likes grey and desiccated veins
Lights up to say the most rosy and positive things
But she loves to decay
Dash it to bits

It's the deepest catharsis
To set it all on fire
Let it be underground, some soggy future Tuesday
Unheard but vaguely felt in the crudeness that keeps crumbling on,
And now it's too late
To learn French

Pull out all your hair and set yourself on fire *****,
I don't care if you're clawing because you're evil
Or clawing because you're sick

Wish you'd twist around a telephone pole
And shatter with your windshield

You folded lies and launched them,
Used time to spin them up.

///

I saw you using your own blood to write my name in the center of town
Spinning stories to gain attention

You fed blood to your resentment
And now, you're stuck in a lie

You're willing to go there,
You're ****** in the mind.

I've become feral and foam at the mouth

Now I've got a knife because life is a crime

If I **** out my jugular, don't raise a doubt

Kathrine Kalecik could crash

& I'd laugh.

Writing her lies in the center of town.

Decaying skin like mushy black tissue paper
Pull some off and stick it on the wall

I have brain damage I can't find the walk
And I can't find my tongue
But I love to talk

Stare with acid eyes at the wall
Write another poem to Dearah
"Dearah" autocorrects to "search"

What a strange coincidence

I have become strange
My skies have become brown and gray
But I'm still ****, I guess
What a mess

**** me now
**** me now
**** me now

No, god ******
It has nothing to do with her
Yes she is ******* lying.

I heard someone crying but I was a ghost.

I sat and watched them.

I couldn't understand what it was about.

The trees standing around
Were just as eerie at night
As in broad daylight

Pieces of me falling off:
Flaking skin
Bits of bone
Nervous slop

I wonder what it's all about

...

The moon cuts into your sky like a vanilla flavored razor
Wrapping your ******* blanket of warm sugar saliva and blood
Like a balmy breeze,
Blowing over a dead body
That wants feeling but can't rejuvenate

But hold a babe to this sugar moon at the right angle--
A saccharine disc atop such decadent confections,
Or a drug wafer melting in the glass of Bacchus
Who was engaged in vibrant conversation with my own friend Apollo
All of these pleasantries
Rest assured, were meant to be

...

I'm sorry but your tears reminded me of my own
When they ran over scars from the moon nobody could understand
And I cried because I'm not a millionaire
& I'm scared
I'm scared
Because moon tears
Don't exist

Stroking ego, don't disturb me
I'll cry real hard if you ever hurt me

Let's cut a deal as straight as we can afford:
I've heard about Kochs and Madoffs, Fords
And I'll scream real loud if you even scrape me,
But let's not lie
You can always escape me

And it's actually a pretty ...scary thought
The kind of thing that I think about lots
Cutting around my
Bloated ego
Trying to see the world
Correctly

As I siphon out this sick self-pity
And spit it in the grass for you,
I'm trying hard to see you normal
That **** don't hold up in board rooms

Something in me melts with Richard Feynman everytime,
I wanna get excited about life.

Flowers shoot up when the man speaks about physics,
A new puppy is born whenever he finds a good analogy.

<3

I wonder what will make me sing again
Lift up my skeleton and make it ring again

Sometimes I see you holding up a sign
With black smudges in a language and a world I won't recognize, and I

I wonder what will make you sing again
Or maybe you were singing and I didn't hear you
Or maybe you were just on your way to headline your first show

Or maybe you just got drunk too much, I don't know

Then I look back to myself and float down the Automobile River
I'm looking at the highway but really I'm looking in myself
And it's empty.

Empty and scarred from the clawing

But what am I looking for? That's why it's empty.

I put my hand to the fleshy wall in this dark, wet, uncomfortable place
It is full of blood, and scars, and right now (beat)
It is more (beat-beat)
Than the sum of its parts (beat)

Some girls
Make me hesitate
Some girls
Make me think twice
About the years
Spent obsessing over you

I mean

We only dated for a year
I was nineteen, and you
Were twenty-three
But it was a drop of honey
& My brain chemistry

And besides I love them through you,
You should know you're quite dissolved
Quite precipitated
Kind of like my fall

But what never quite leaves me
Is the burn from how you'd smile
What big skies you held captive in your eyes
With strong, muscular thighs
Little golden hairs
And impervious bones of glass

Every angle you bend the sun is genius
And you give it
A shot of firewhiskey

Something's happened to you,
Joseph k.
Something bad
And you can't explain it to anyone
And all of a sudden you're here
Sitting in front of all these judges

My blonde college goddess knows all about that thing
It burns hot around her pupils as she takes another pull at the river
A solid girl
A kayak woman
And she pushes back the earth another hair of a degree

On her morning run.

She doesn't stop for anyone

I'm not sure why
You got black and blue eyes
Mine stayed pink
I stayed long enough to think

Cause I don't want to cut
I mean I'm pretty sharp but
If I stay here in a puddle maybe I can recollect

So I live like a puddle
All my thoughts stay muddled
But one day I'll get up
I'll be standing like the bell

In layer zero of hell
I'm a hero if I make it out of bed,

You thought

I have seen the sunlight go stale
You have to work your way around it
And keep it as alive as you can

Stale yellow sunlight
Death in the daytime
Break me on your knee
And burn my skin ******* pale.

There's no sign
Of the places where you left
Park benches where you slept
No scent
No trail
To find your body

No evidence of hatred where you bled
They used bleach to watch the stains
Your aching heart
Was played
Like a pop song on the airwaves, baby we've got it made

But I'm crumbling
And I think it's my fault
You poured the concrete and I'm following
My center of gravity
My center of gravity
My center of gravity

You're sickening
The sugar bubbles from your mouth
And you stare at me with seething, yellow eyes

You couldn't compact all that hypothetical emotion into one human being,
It wouldn't be right

So you look at me with these yellow eyes with flickering hips and melting,
Perfectly formed lips
You're flickering,
Flickering this.

You're sickening
Black burnt sugar
The sweetest thing I ever tasted

A girl with a funny name
From central pennsylvania.

There's a sweet lamb but you have her in a cage
There's a sweet boy but you broke him in a rage
There's a taste here. When there's a spot there's a taste and when there's a taste there is a spot,
These days I'm just trying to figure out what I'm not

You're attractive,
But you're dangerous
You're a sin,
Just to taste this
My advice,
Be patient.

You're a dead duck floating morbidly in April's sunny pond
How anyone'll ever talk to you I'll never know
I'm hardly interested
Don't come to me with those questions
Didn't you hear his last squawk

I watch you shiftily between the reeds,
Waiting for you to do something but you never came

Now you have me feeling like a crazy man,
Out kneeling by this pond and peering between the reeds

It smells here

I think I'm just gonna pack up & head back home