Seagull on rotting planks, bouy bells ding to fog and driftwood.
A culling fire exploits the docking shire.
Filled with chlorine shards, legs caught in the clap-traps.
Friar palms glisten,
Rage responds with frisson.
Clear view over water.
Feel your arms relax and slip onto your back while the culling fire attacks.
Bulbous deadening brain chimes
As the eyes slide down to your omission crimes.
Leave me alone in my despondent company.
Don't push the matter further let communication fail to nurture.
A warm breeze carries me
like a floating portrait towards unreal scented meats.
I'm here now, alone in the corner,
The greatest intimacy with the static patterns on the carpeted flooring. The king of this corner is the odor of plank seating and flowery detergent in this lonely corridor fluorescent light-bulb poles and old grain floorboards.
Now the returning shards of panic to uncelibate strangers drive me up, far, deep in my own ribcage to something wholly non-organic.
Time to clock-in, time to check out.

i am the bringer of my demise
and by my preparation i meet surprise
by my quest for knowledge i am no longer wise
by my courage to stand i can no longer rise

o! i curse the day i was born
let no one cry, let no one mourn
for everything i fix becomes all the more torn
by reaching for a halo do i grow evil horns

i am the flame that suffocates itself with its own rage
i am the runaway who runs himself into his own cage
by asking for more i lower my wage
by clinging to youth i hasten my age

o! the gods must think it hilarious
to make my every good nefarious
to make my every position precarious
and my only pleasure vicarious!

if anything is to be learned at all
it is that i am boxing with an iron wall:
the harder i punch the harder i fall
for what is a wall compared to a fleshly doll?

beaming all over
some other girl
what’s she got
that I don’t
you sneaky cheat
no matter how hard
you try to keep those golden fingers
just above those  lazy low flung
gray clouds
you can’t keep  hiding
from me
c’mon back
pretty please
don’t make me beg  
for just  a few spare  
minutes  of your  time
in  space.

I know her by bittersweet, 
And she tastes like melancholy. 
My morsel of perplexing regrets.

Fell so hard
Fell so quick
Didn't ever think
That I would slip
Into love.

There was a surge of happiness
And a jolt of laughter
The constant kisses
The happily ever after

I would rest my head on your chest
And feel your delicate heartbeat
You would hold me in your arms
And you would be part of me

My heart always jumped
Whenever I saw you
This pounding thump
What has this come to?

Because you took that thump
And tried not to drop it
But lost interest
And instead you popped it

Then later the truth came
That I didn't mean anything
Because you loved someone else
And used me for many things

I stopped listening to the same music
Stopped reading my books
I was a walking corpse
You could tell from my looks

I had messed up hair
And black under eyes
My wrists had cuts
And so did my thighs

You were very vain
In thinking it was all for you
Little did you know
I had other problems too

You just added the last bit of snow
To the avalanche that planned
The incredible falling
Of the girl you had ******

But I am still living
I am still breathing
I'll never be the same
But I will be leaving

You don't know when it's coming
You don't know when I'll go
But I'll make sure I say goodbye
For my final act of my show

My leaving may not be dying
But leaving this god forsaken town
And traveling far away
Where in freedom, I'll drown