There was little that dribbled from my pen
On the night where I desired it most

And your ghost haunted my fingertips
And the words I said haunted my lips

And there was nothing left but silence
And emotions that no one felt

And there was nothing left to say
Because the air swept it away

Hive-mind in poor times
Good could be undone
Will be
Won't be
Silly me
Good "should" be undone
Not personal opinion, mind you
I prefer the oppose
Opposition
Proposition
Pole-position
I prefer the oppose
Rearrange my thoughts
Unfortunate alignment change
Strange
Mange
De-range
Unfortunate alignment change
Evil as good
Good as evil
This stuff is broken

Ultimately, whether function or form
inevitability strikes at the achilles tendon of
anything with a pulse

There's a **** in my hair
Choke it out with a hangman's noose of silk
Platinum, diamond, and gold
Elderly women scrubbing under folds

This disgust, contempt, and ill begotten logic
of false idols, impressions, and spiritual fog
Breaking backs of lambs for the feast
And watching them writhe and struggle

Darkness
And on the sunny side of day
There's Ice Cream in my Snicker's bar
Spider-Webs
Lowered beds
I wish they had wheels
So I could drive by night
Assaulting with dreams and wonder
No nightmares here
Just night mares

Walking along the sandy beaches
Staring at the sandy beetches wondering
Why am I here?
Right now, at this moment,
And why for the life of me, can I not escape the demons on my back

The worst part of life is the truth
It's the hardest **** to swallow
Fiber for the human centipede

I wish my wit were a tad sharper
And my **** a tad longer
I had a mental image of a thumbtack...
then I thought of my ****
I'm not that small, honestly

Mental webs sprawling on paper (?)
No, this is the computer
I'm just typing ****
What happened to the days of writing in cursive
to show affection to one far away?
In the end, we send an text to close another day
"LU Q T, ILL BE GON 4 2 DAYS"

In reality it's me that's gone away
No sweetie, no honey
No baby here
Self-pity party for the rather queer

I am not what I want
And I am not who I should be, right?
That's the reason I fight this fight?
I need to be better, I want to be better
And that's why I'm writing this
Letter by letter

HOMYGAWD
Your ears are burning
And I can smell the flesh

I never expected you to leave
But you never wanted what's best

There's comfort in silence
And comfort with your body

Back to flesh
And burning
We are
On fire

And I've never been hungrier for red
Meat me in the middle
And I'll meat you south

I've never been one for letting out ***** laundry
(**** lingerie)
But here we go, and there we were

And here I am
Searching for something else
Grasping at straws
And praying for a better way
Or the way that's most proper

You've made a monster

The leaves on the trees
They speak in the breeze and ne'er
Do they tell any lies

I'm a ******* wreck.

Call the Captain, his ship'***** shore harder than anyone expected.
There are times when I don't want to break up lines;
I think it's more poignant as a whole.

Hole

Heart-shaped
Boxing belongings
Following the followers of the followed
Allotting allowances for the anonymous

I have books overdue
And talks long past stale

We could stay up for eternity, and not touch... and I'd be fine.

I'm slowly realizing how much I don't want ***.
Not that it's not a desire,
Don't misconstrue
I just don't seem to need it as much as you, or you, or you

Call it implausible impossibilities
Dear Billy the Opossum

I'm watching over shoulders
That are not my own

Sitting in abandon cabins
Crying for home

And with every red streak on my face
Is another mistake I'm attempting to erase
Suicide sounds best in depressive tonalities
If I played the xylophone would you still be proud of me?

I'm loved for reasons unknown
And spiritual for reasons I don't speak of
Intimacy
A part of me
I'll soak you in
Like fine atmosphere
Or finer wine

I'm white carpet
You are Pinot noir

No class on Friday
Time to get bombed
No time on my day
Time to get rhombed

Square Slightly Angled

Thoughts slightly mangled
Longer lines rigged to the gallows
Hang with rope to break into
the afterlife
and rob it for all it's worth.

I had a dream last night
A nightmare is more apropos.

I lost my virginity in a fit of depression
And never cared then after

But I lost it to you
And you were enamored with me

And every time I looked in your eyes
I saw longing,
I saw desire

And I returned none of that
Before and after

I left you to be used by a beast
That had so secretly fed upon and destroyed my soul

I could not bear to see you in pain
So I withheld my secrets
And I let you keep looking
For a love that I , secretly, never gave

I used you.
-
And then I awoke,
and felt absolute heartbreak
for I dreamt of the man
I have always feared becoming.

Let's drink
Libations

Whiskey and Gin
Expectations

And everything that flows forth
When the drinks spill, pour

She looked
This way

I tried, my best,
to play

The game

Let's flirt
Play in the dirt
We can be nature
Let's be mature
And do what mommy and daddy do on vacation

After every step
The grass attempted to
Recuperate
To bring itself back standing
But certain patches
Had already given up that dream
Long ago

Outside is a meat locker

33 degrees Fahrenheit

And we are all cold cuts
Preserving freshness
Through breathing

I find an unrest in you
That I've never found elsewhere
I think that's what perturbs me so