words lay
naked & afraid
across the carpet
burnt & loved
2 ft. away
the things i should say
a slammed door
the stillness crawls
all over
spindley legs darkness
invisible
stuck in the throat
like a rope
a liars bed
burning eternally
where do i go
i don’t know

6/13/11

the air full of suicide and mystery
      the sticky kids in the smoke of the flashing lights
Desitny destroyed
  the hunger of the times
  the belief in all or nothing
dripping from their mouths
        Bombs sing
Sink their teeth in the beauty of buildings
              spray brick and teddy bears and useless love stories
                            the guitars start
                            the kids scream
                                                                      the generation left to rot

amongst the carcass'd feast of their ancestry

                            Let the new world begin



5/29/11

somewhere
in this vast oasis of home
party streamers of the heart
faded stuck to the walls
pale pinks like the sinking sun
drowning in it’s own image
below the horizon
i feel that’s us
where we belong
laughing through our shame
the night calls without names
into the last party of the decades
rushed into goodtimes and struggles
flushed away into pollution
tv  static    nuclear radiation
here on this couch of your parents
orange and yellow
brown
from some era I can never understand
or touch
as with each moment some new invention is formed
the past  is squashed
we strum along to the hum
of a world
never quite ours
but here we are


5/27/11
1258pm fri

i wanna fall inside the black hole of us
lick ur insides and find out why u hurt
know these things that we cannot speak
Feel ur fingers ghost in my memory
        Forever we will be
in eachother a song of mystery
                     A haunted house of love
         Haunt me

So haunt me...

A man wailing chintown on his horn in the rain
Loose change spills from my brain
thoughts evaporate
as I scrounge for a meal and a mayday
marbeled stars dizzy under my feet
the million times walked over vine street dreams
the rocks in the gut
the things I can't speak
i see
        a broken down reality painted in gold leaf
           a mansion set face in front of a sewer
Dear hollywood,
       The everlasting last minute maneuver