A steering wheel is freedom
as much as another step down an
unfamiliar path laden with that new car smell
Headlights break through the fog
and we pass each other with a nod
and a raising of the hand
pilgrims chasing our own shadows
as the sun slowly fades behind
scarlet horizons
The ocean is calling me home
and I feel the oncoming wind
in each blade of grass
taste the lightning in the air
and feel the thunder in your
beating heart
the rain will come down in buckets
and we will dance beneath
our eternally blissful ignorance

I should have realized
from all of the half-filled
coffee cups that
you’d leave everything
unfinished.

I just wanted to be the sunlight
that woke you up in the morning,
the warmth you wouldn’t mind
slipping through the curtains.
But I suppose it’s enough
for me to be
the memory
you hope to forget.

There is a battle fought relentless in my heart
a longing for a companion one to call my love
fighting the truth that ones world would be torn apart
the problem is one of luck , or the lack thereof
any thighs that part for more than just pleasure
such as for my heart, my only real treasure
she would surely end her plight in tears
and take flight away from these treacherous affairs
my burden is to hold none too close
for too much of my love is a poison of a lethal dose

there is a valley between us
the distance between my was
and you are
my want
versus your need
it's all the same
it's all just one more drink
one more moment spent
between the breaths of our cigarette
shared beneath a waning half moon
at night the monsters pour out of the closets of boys across the land
and maybe they look like you
maybe it doesn't matter
girls are shaving their vaginas in the bathroom mirror
as the tv chuckles wildly
as I meander from dark empty to room
to dark empty room
hossanah on high judging the judges of yahew
as they drive tent stakes into the sternum of evil
I write to write to write to **** to **** to ******* to **** to manipulate this conversation
into a direction which ends with you stroking my pulsing ego
you aren't a muse
you aren't some special being
you are just mine
floating around in a head full
of my selfish thoughts about my selfless need to make you
my selfless thought
I'm a bullshitter
and you are a **** eater

I bet
She makes you laugh
Until your sides hurt and you can't breathe
I bet
Your head was spinning when you kissed her
And every time after that
I bet
She feels safe in your arms and when her hand is in yours
I bet she makes you smile, even just hearing her name
I bet she's nothing like me
Not like me at all
I couldn't make you laugh,
And the thought of us together made you appalled
It would have never happened you and I
I bet
We would have hated each other
I bet
Our kisses would be forced and cold
I bet
I would have grown to like your hand in mine
I bet we would have never lasted
But, I know I would have loved it anyway

These shifting sands never seem
To land up realities
To land up the real my dreams should be
And it's these accursed changes that fly on
A blink, a wince, and then they're gone
And it's a torment, a strange thing to me
For as I find I'm moments away
My tomorrow turns to yesterday
And my chances fly away with the change
Nothing the same, nothing lasts
Changes constant, future, present, and past
As these shifting sands stop, then rearrange

On a back of seeing stars
as the carousel turns cycles across the night sky
the world wobbles on its axis
and each blinking airplane
which I mistook for shooting stars
are arriving at destination
let go completely
The dogs are barking at the cow
as it jumps over the moon
the needle and the spoon make a stark getaway
in a drop top box of American industry
waves crash against the wet sand
and I burrow into the beach
crab walking to the hidden
watch as they dance within their machinations
slack jawed and love eyed
now watch as the rain drops start to fall
one by one
only to freeze -
forgotten in the winter
Requiem for a teenage dream

It's appealing to steal treasure from right under the dragon's snout
a taste of ambrosia so sweet
but the thing they never tell you about
mythical dragon treasure
is that it doesn't last forever
dragon treasure don't pay no bills
but it gives courage
and a taste for more
take another chest
more and more frequently
that dragon always sleeping
snoring in billowing rings of acrid blackness
the smell of bonfires and gasoline
people go mad
raving naked in the streets
for that **** wooden chest filled with it's ****** gold trinkets
and once the child is grown
the treasure only becomes heavier
no more impish laughter following the daring theft
just a sore back, a head ache, a lot of burnt bridges, and an empty apartment
The only company the calls from collection agencies
and the funniest part is
we thought the dragon was sleeping the whole time
only to find that dragons don't sleep
they wait - hungry and patient
another soul swallowed whole
by the sleeping dragon
that ******* dragon and that ******* treasure
a temptation suspended in a moment of twinkling light