I’ll be shaving my ******* while you’ll be licking your wounds.
We finished the whiskey while you were praying to moons.
I dug up your garden and sang you a song in the rain.
You laughed while I cried and told the night she’s insane.
I chewed on your *** and held your head as you cried
You told me you loved me then you told me you lied
So I sold off my ego and drank till I couldn’t see
You asked for whom does the bell toll and I said for thee
I’d ask for a minute so I could come down from this high
I went to get sober and then you said goodbye

Draw a circle around me.
Now go stand over there.
You can have the rest of the world.
I only want what you think I deserve.

Were you to ever take me there, to that place you find yourself
In the darkness amongst the rows of pines like terracotta soldiers
Bioluminescent dragonflies floating wistfully through the mist
Ensnaring sapphire streams of fire cold and hungry
Sleepless hours wandering aimlessly throughout
I’d ask only to stay a while longer
If it meant I could know you more

The snow was deep but she had found the sacred burial plot
An ancient granite archway over a tomb that read only Cain
She looked up at the crescent goddess and closed her eyes
Embers arose from the ground and danced about her
She whispered her spells fluidly and a fog crept in from the moors
Her freshly sharpened teeth bite her lip until blood spills
Whispering one last spell she takes a smile upon herself
The stones supporting the archway begin to fall out of place
Embers brighter than before envelop her arching form
She feels a surge of warmth emanating from her core
Granite falls and breaks, the smell of rot permeates the air
She collapses to the ground her red dress splayed out
A dark figure emerges from the shadow of the tombs embrace
It draws a deep breath to take in its new time and world
Kneeling down beside the beautiful raven haired woman
It traces its ashy finger down her cheek to her lips
Long had its hunger suffered against itself in vain
Her neck slightly throbbing with every faint breath
The silhouette of her body like the angels who dance with fire
A shimmering of moonlight catches its eye against its will
A gold clasp on a leather bag she’d brought along with her
Securing the bag to itself it found amongst the items currency
It took the gold and stood up before dropping the purse on her face
Then went up the road to Dairy Queen for a chili dog
It met some tourist and got a ride into town on their way through
It set about the next night feasting on  virginal blood
Forgetting all about the lady back at the tomb
And it lived happily ever after

I could have stayed silent my whole life,
And the outcome would’ve been the same.

Let's pretend it never ends and instead goes on like this forever. That reality bends life suspends and we never again say never.
We could sit and watch the stars go out and just eat caramel.
Tickle your *** with a blade of grass and see what time would tell.

Ponder the moment that happened before and see who laughs out first.
Drink all the whiskey in Ireland if only to quench our thirst.
Dance with the waves though not with the bears but under an autumn moon.
And never or ever say never again because never would just be too soon.

We could say we’re here and there when we are not together.
On each other's minds regardless of the whether.
We should be side by side or a thousand miles apart.
If ever I should need you, I need only touch my heart.

If I have no beliefs. No faith. Then I only have thoughts. Thoughts manufactured within a vessel of questionable integrity.

My understanding of reality is solely dependent on my minds interpretation of the world through external stimuli.
However.
I don’t quite trust my minds interpretations.
Sometimes I’m convinced that it has no idea what it’s doing and that it’s just making up **** as it goes along.
So.
Before you ask me if I love you.
You should know that I’m still not entirely convinced you’re not who or what you say you are.
You could just be a figment of my imagination.
Neither one of us can prove our existence to the other.
So.
What do I say?

I long for the day the wind blows my way and carries my ashes along.
Over the pines and boundary lines to become a part of the song.
At last I’m lost, again to the frost of those things better left unsaid.
Alone in my rapture my will short on stature, it won’t matter to be dead.

So you want to skin a rattler
Don’t worry I know how
Don’t ask me how I know
Just go get me a towel

First Ned Stark the head
Just throw it in the fire
Do the same with the rattle
Except spare it from the pyre

Now rinse off the body
Soap and water’s fine
Make sure to rinse off all the soap
Don’t leave that **** behind

Now get yourself a razor
Slice that ****** neck to tail
Center down the belly
Careful not to flail

Now pull the skin back from the top
Evenly with both hands
Be careful not to tear it
Or your piece won’t be so grand

Once you have removed the skin
Tack it to a board
Inside up and salt that ****
Those ants will come to board

Now when the hyde is dry
While in your muderous glow
Put the **** up on the wall
And pretend that you’re Rambo

You there lad! Fetch my quill.
And the ink bottle there on the windowsill.
Now fetch more coal and parchment quick.
And shut the door lest I get sick.

There’s this thought that has come to pass.
It’s about a thing that wouldn’t last.
Forgotten people worth forgetting.
A different song in a forgetful setting.

Long ago I watched you by
Some passing stars up in the sky
I set about to know you then
Shooting stars don’t shoot again

It’s that person that you’re sure you know.
If not from now then long ago.
And there you are so sure of them.
But you don’t know where much less when.

But then there’s this unspoken thing.
Annnnnd I just lost interest in going any further.
This is just awful.
You should go shower.

A *** bellied cockroach once tried to tell me, a story of woe and revenge.
Involving a candle, a beetle named Chloe, and a rat whose fur he'd singed.

I dusted my chest of parmesan, I stood up and said "**** me?".
"Well what I will do about this good sir, you'll just wait and see!"

So I put on my top hat and googles, and put my new friend at heed.
I summoned my most trusted horsey, and took off for the village with speed.

Of course I don't own a horsey, but the cockroach doesn't know this.
And once I talk to the rat, he'll see I'm just *******.

The imagination's a weird place. You never know where it'll take you.
You smoke enough hash and snort enough cheese, that ****** might just break you.

So yeah this linguistic adventure might be an exercise in futility.
But it's moments like this, I must insist, that there is at least humility.

Spending too much time alone with your thoughts
You start to wonder
Are you really that alone
It’s almost unfathomable
To think
That no one else is there with you
Quietly pacing the halls
Every fiber of your being wants to shout
“Am I really alone!”
But you don’t
Out of fear
Because the thought of hearing no one echo back
Well, it’s unbearable
To most
Some
Well some did ask that question aloud
They got their answer
They’re the ones
That never say a word
Walking by us in the shadows
Longing to comfortably slip into the void
Without so much as a whisper

It’s hard for me to explain to you exactly why I’m here
Just take a hit off this bowl and I’ll try to make it clear
I really have no idea
I was kinda hoping you’d tell me

Look, I'm going to be honest with you.
I'm not sure what's going on.
Reality and I aren't that close,
we just chat out on the lawn.

There's this cat out there
existing in two opposing states.
And I just learned the other day
that dolphins *******.

I only bang the crazy ones
cause they're the only ones that let me
Though I'd eat some glass to meet the ***
of anyone to get me.

I'm not even sure I think,
so don't even I know I am.
Then again if I were,
would I even give a ****.

You see where the problem lies,
it's that I'm everywhere.
While at the very same time,
I'm never anywhere.

I guess I'm like that cat.
Permanently divided.
If you take away all my lamps.
Well I'd be delighted.

I won’t walk to the edges of the world for you.
Not because I don’t love you.
But because I know you won’t be here when I get back.

Does it warm you
To think me cold
Cast down
Settling like starlight
Upon a landscape of pelted glass
Broken and scattered
Save for those few moments
Wherein the truth fell out
And pour over your eyes
Like a warm spring rain
Was I there
In the room

I like the unnoticed ones. The ones that think they’re ugly or unwanted. So alone even when by themselves. The ones that’ve given up talking because they’ve gone so long with nobody listening.
Not because I think just the opposite of them. Not because I want to be with them. I don’t deserve to be with anyone. I just can’t stand the thought of them going their whole lives feeling like I have for mine.

The snow drifts lie like bears asleep as the moon she tries and sees
Through the clouds that waltz before her and the forest through the trees
I wander amongst the ruins of what now seems but a dream
Where once our spirits danced like leaves cast upon a stream
The shadows change their shapes and wants before my watchful gaze
I run my fingers down your note and think back to those days
We’d built a fire together that should have burned a thousand years
Unfazed by winds of wonder withstanding doubt and tears
You said you’d make it clear to me on how I could win your heart
That you’d write me a note explaining how we’d never part
You’d gone to town that mornin and left me before I woke
Perhaps if you’d waited for me, my heart would not be broke
I found the note a lil wet and the ink had run it’s course
It looked like your handwriting if you’d written it in Norse
It’s what should happen when one tucks the note under a coaster
Your unclear directions are why my ****’s stuck in this toaster
Oh, and I burnt down the house

These, these aren't my dreams.
I know them, as I would an episode of a tv show I might've seen in passing.
I don't know who they belong to.
And I can't say what they mean.
I just know that, much like a destruction of cats, they've found me. Encircling me.
Howling and biting.
And much like the schizophrenic who sees the man at the top of the stairs who isn't there.
I wish, I wish they'd go away.

Oh to be of such terrible character.
You'd think it would accompany grief.
Nay says I with such attributes.
Tis can be but relief.

Will they or won't they like you?
You already know the answer.
So drink as much as you like
And then belt out some Tiny Dancer.

It solves all your problems in earnests.
Will you ever be happy, maybe succeed in life?
Of course not because you're terrible.
You'll get nothing but hate and strife.

How you'll go about your days.
Wondering if they'll be finest kind.
Or course not you hapless idiot.
Because of you and what's in your mind.

So fret not if you'll ever find love.
Or a sensible reason for being.
Just soak in the fact that you're awful.
The relief is sorta like peeing.

I’m sorry.

I don't know about you.
But I've had enough of me today.
I'm going to go stand in the rain and laugh myself to sleep.

I want to burn it all down but I don’t want the responsibility
To laugh at a joke I didn’t hear while drinking from an empty cup
To see her again for the first time and then never again
I’d consume her from the within and never shat her out
Wherein did I leave myself?
The old me.
Under that bridge
Still waiting for the storm to pass
He’ll die there, if he hasn’t already
To hear Fur Elise once more
Under an August moon
I’d die to live in the heart of another
What good is there in good if apathy is king and are we out of maple syrup

There are countless stories about love, triumph, and discovery. The story you’re about to read. Is about none of those things.

In a village not long ago, underneath a breath of snow. There lived a family of kinder sorts. Albeit slow, all good sports.

And every year the took a tree, from yonder woods, cut at the knee. They dragged it home, their latest ****. And propped it up against its will.

Then they’d sing and set it to light. Confused and scared this tree a fright. They’d sing a song and praise it’s glory. But this tree was to have a different story.

Along with more snow there came too a wind. A silence unknown began to descend. Across the valley, up and into the wood. What was to come would harbor no good.

It’s tracks were cloven like that of a goat. It leapt upon rooftops, mocking the moat. It’s hoof falls muffled by tops of white cotton. It took scent of the air, and found it quite rotten.

It made its way from cottage to cottage. It saw a man take a fruitcake to ****** frottage. It witnessed a woman snorting up snow. While another devoured her up from below.

Disgusted, our creature continued to search. It witnessed a friar defile a perch. It saw a young man go to bed with a priest. And four old lady’s that ******* about yeast.

Ole Mrs Goodhead was down on her knees. While men came and went offering cheese. Her husband the blind poor crippled fool. Thought he got lucky while a goat ate his tool.

Our creature repulsed, threw up on his tongue. And just about then the church bells were rung. In all the commotion he found his query. That one little tree, so tired and weary.

He kicked in the door surprising his host. Standing there naked, his **** between toast. Our creature scoffed and took hold of the tree. “You perverts and freaks, this goes with me!”

Their mother outback getting reamed, the children shouted, shrieked, and screamed. Creature cradling this tree under arm, ran into the wood away from the farm.

The townsfolk rallied, with axes and torches. Leaping from *** swings that sway on their porches. Naked and scared they marched toward the wood. Not a one of these folk knew what they should.

“You tree stealing goat you dare steal our hope. We brought along **** and a whole lot of rope.” They chanted and cursed threatening ****. You would’ve thought there’d be no escape.

Through the wind and the snow they soon saw a light. Clutching their axes and **** cheeks tight. They witnessed the creature replant the tree. Then it unzipped it trousers and started to ***.

The steam was rising from out of the snow. At the foot of this tree that then started to glow. It’s branches stretched and it grew a bit taller. Away from the *******, the drinking, and squalor.

The creature turned, addressing the court. It let out grunt, a huff, and a snort. “Who there among you dares to do this? To steal away this tree where I ****.

I spent my life ******* on trees. From rivers to mountains I **** where I please. Until one Christmas drunk off some cider. I collapsed and stumbled and woke up beside her.

I rewarded her presence by melting her snow, she paid me back with a warm growing glow. So every year I come here for *******. Getting just drunk enough to keep me from missing.”

The townsfolk still naked, some of them dead. Let out an “oh” and lowered their heads. “Please beast forgive us, we know not what we do. We’re ripe with chlamydia, and haven’t a clue.”

The creature still frothing and somehow still *******. Knew what it was the townsfolk were missing. He let go of his tool and reached his hands. Still naked and scared, they met his demands.

They started to sing they started out low, then their screeching started to grow. It cut through the valley like a wet **** in bed. Scaring the children, the wolves, and the dead.

Many years later, that tree grew in height. On Christmas Eve, they bathe in it’s light. They gathered around it ******* and singing. Throughout the valley the bells would be ringing.

Then one Christmas they’d gathered to see just how tall was their ******* tree. A storm rolled in, filled them with dread. Then it fell over and now they’re all dead.

There runs a path just to the north where wrinkled giants stand.
A thorny worm as it were that yields upon a river.
There’s not much light along the way.
It’s too sad a place for the sun.
Ancient ghosts whisper their tales along the riverbanks.
There are those that visit here once.
The sad ones.

Just prop me up against the fire and pour me a drink.
My seraphim gave up on me today.
She couldn’t stand the cold any longer.
Hence the blood and broken glass.
She covered herself with the first pair of wings.
Told me where to go.
Unfurled her other two wings.
Took off like a **** in the wind.
And I'm pretty sure she stole my butts.
Because I can’t find them.
She said something.
Something about futility.
Practice something.
Oh. That’s right.
She said I'm a practice in futility.
In the distance there I can still see the fallen windmills and burning bridges.
A stray dog stole my last shoe.
Cerberus I think it was.
After Pan tied me to this post.
He said they didn’t know what to do with me.
That’s when I gave it all away.
So when you find me.
Tied to this post here beside the river of fire.
No shoes, bitter, and with nothing to validate who I am.
Just know.
My seraphim left me today.
And I’m positive she stole my butts.

I can’t help but think
That there has got to be
At least one perfect
Combination of words
Lying just beyond my reach
So
I keep writing
In the hope
If even by accident
That I find those words
I have to
Because
Writing I love you
Didn’t work

I’m not good
Or
Evil
Nor am I drunk
Or
Sober
I just am

It was in October.
The rain fell ******* tin roof over the deck.
There were only three candles left but there was plenty of wood to burn.
There was a ash colored teapot.
The fireplace sat between two windows that overlooked the lake.
I couldn't tell if you had been wearing the same stretch pants for two days or if you owned multiple pairs of that color.
A blanket of crimson cashmere draped over the back of the couch.
The kitchen smells like bacon, the livingroom of old cedar.
The stars found solace in your eyes that night.
As did I.

I had just finished cleaning the bedroom, I even dusted the duster.
I gathered up the condiments, except I forgot the mustard.
She’s stares at me from under the covers a longing in her eyes.
I just needed time to get ready I’d lined up quite the surprise.
It took me a while to get it upstairs, that tank must weigh quite a lot.
I hooked up the lines, check the gauge, sure I’d found the spot.
She got high, I got ready, and I went around lighting up candles.
To look upon her in the morning, you’d think that it was vandals.
The helium tank was empty, and she was feeling fantastic.
We spun and we danced, laughed and cried, it got a little spastic.
Then go figure, I slipped on mayo and she flew across the room.
She bounced off the dresser spun to the candles and that’s when she went boom.
A bright flash of light, she flew out the window, I never saw her again.
Now whenever I smell helium I can’t help but think of her when.
So now I know for next time, don’t ever use noble gases.
They’ll exploded around fire for sure, especially when you bite their *****.

I wondered, often
Fanciful thoughts skewed in color
I saw you
In the rain
There was a bluish hue
You smiled
And I was never the same again


Pierce it just enough to break the skin
Run the blade down to the navel
Let the blood run down between your fingers
Take a moment to sniff it
You’re it’s first
Use your thumbs to spread the wound
Fold the skin back
You have a choice
You can go at it like a pit bull eating a cake
Or you can savor it like a sunset
Either way
Enjoy your orange


You can curse me
Call me naive
Biased
You can say whatever you like
You can do as you will
Bind my hands and cut my throat
Tell me it’s all my fault
Burn the tokens
You can turn your back on me
Tell the stars to ignore my wishes
Drink your coffee and crush my dreams
I’m ok with all of this
However
You can never say I didn’t love you

Where the wind runs it’s fingers through the fresh grass of spring
Or those moments of solace to which we all cling

Where the waters are warm to touch with cloud capped dunes
And fireflies play under soft crescent moons

Where the mist gathers and turns the world cold and grey
When you think of that night, that story, that day

That’s where you’ll find me if you’d fancy a chat
Just look inside
I’m where you’re at

Stars are like glowing snowflakes that have yet to fall. Now show me your *****.

I guess there’s not much more to me than what I say to you
Butchered words, arranged just so, to make you think they’re true

Fact remains, it’s not just me, it’s me just as I’m not
Charred, broken, underwhelmed, and hiding what I’ve wrought

So here I am to try my best and make you feel what I can’t
Drinking whiskey, packing bowls, and penning out a rant

I was walking across the night sky.
Wading through a sea of fire and gold.
My eyes down as I'm want to do.
I looked up for a moment and immediately thought of you.
I didn't mean for that to rhyme.
I saw this singular leaf suspended by a single strained of web.
Where others were falling.
Here was this leaf seemingly levitating.
I thought.
How fortunate am I to see this.
I've never seen it before and I'll likely never see it again.
Of all the things happening.
It was just myself and this moment of wonder.
So I thought of you.
And how rare you are.
Then I smiled to myself.
Because I know you.