A man buys a ticket for a show.

The Ticketman says to him,
"I know when the show must start,
and when it must end
and what the audience will wear
and be seen wearing,
but these thing I will not reveal to you."

"How then, will I know when to go?"

"You must be ready always."

So alone he waited for the show to begin,
the costly play upon the narrow stage.

But alas,
his patience had run thin.
He argued with himself,
why did the ticketman deny him knowledge?
making his mind think and his patience thin?

"Mr. Ticketman, may I ask you a question?"

"You already have."

"Why do you deny me the knowledge
of when the show must start
and why do you keep from me
the number of people that will go?"

"...If you were to know these things,
then all would soon know it,
and the show would be crowded
and be full of unwantings."

"Yes, but if only I was told,
I would not tell another,
so long as I lived,
for I would like to know
when I must come, so I can be free
and do what I want before the starting."

"And what is it that makes you so
special from the rest?"

"I have a wish, and I have a feeling.
I want in a deep way, in a very deep way,
to know these things and every day
I thirst and yearn for this simple knowledge."

"All do, you as the rest."

"BUT PLEASE! I HAVE WEPT! Do you not see me weep?"

"As have all."

"I Prithee!!! I am shaking, I shake. I have ululated
in the night and screeched with the force of a
thousand lions."

"As have all."

"Oh! I beg of you! I cannot handle this! I cannot handle it!"

"Nor can any."

"Oh, have mercy! I have a love for freedom, oh I have such a burning desire for freedom. I have cut and cauterized myself and died a million times over! I have called for executioners, I wish to die biting there gut butts! EXECUTE ME!! I have melted in the alleys of the night and I have burned like a star when thinking about, no! Becoming, the heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night. I have seen heaven, I have seen hell. I have seen all things sacred and worthless. I know God. Oh yeah, I know him well. I know his name. I know what you are and who you are! I know you!! You fiend! You self-righteous fiend!!!! TELL ME OR I'LL ******* OFF MYSELF!!!! YOU BEAST!!! YOU ******* BEAST!!!!!!"

"Likely story."

You never know where God will be. I see her now, spreading her wings like some kind of Icarus, she sees me. Now I see him in a café, hat on head and young too.

“Hello”

“Let it be what has been.”

Thou… thou shalt disturb me.

It’s not conformity to believe the truth. Life is small and there’s nothing wrong with caring about chairs and people, and old people and dead people, it’s healthy even. I saw a picture of the Holocaust, and I wept so *******. I saw the frozen bodies and the toothpictures and the dark bodies and I wept. Do not joke!!!! Can you not see that I care! I care so much. I love these people and I love thou, and surely thou should loveth me. In absolute horror I wept for the sake of the sacred I curse anyone who dare even joke! Laughter solves nothing, I would much rather cry and I want to die in the summer so the worms may have a feast and the baring sun will wilt me, I want to go out with a bang! Let death **** you, do not hold it inside and let it freeze you, set yourself free, let your hair down.

It's all been said and done,
everything out in the open.
There's nothing I can do now,
nowhere I can hide my emotion.
I've been broken too long,
tried to hold it all in, but it's useless.
All those times I refrained from speaking,
I realize now, it was so foolish.
I'm sorry for all the lies,
for all those times I couldn't say
What I thought, what I felt,
I never meant to lead you astray!

I want to be able to turn on my side and look you in the face and whisper, "goodnight." I want to be able to kiss you, right then and there.

I remember the time you told me you bought black lipstick, it was like someone had me upon a torture rack and I missed you like the night misses the sun and I don't care how lame it sounds, the truth is unstoppable.

You seem to know everything. I know you don't let on but truthfully you are far beyond me. You have so much wisdom and you end up teaching me more than I thought existed.

You have problems. You caught the blues. I give you my ear and you give me silence, sad sad silence.

And I know it doesn't seem like it, and I know it seems like I have no reason to, but I love you. I really really do. I see you and you're a mirror. A perfect mirror.

******* is what I live for, necrophilia is what I die for.

I was in love with the wall
I spoke French to it.
"Je t'aime." I'd say
In my loveliest French accent.
"Je vais aimer jusqu'à mon mort."
But then I figured those
We're some pretty powerful
Promises to make to a wall.
I loved it so much and I didn't
Want to hurt it. I knocked it
Down and rebuilt.
Now I sit here alone writing
Boolean clauses to ease my
Suffering.
3>1; true
3=1; false
7<4; false
23>100000; true
23 was her favorite number.
The misprinted sweethearts
are always the best.

My bones are blue
Like silence in the night
Like broken jazz.

I am an empty street
In a cool Harlem night
I am an incestuous father
In a twisted rural world
I am an unopened book
In the biggest library

I am lonely
And I miss you.