Let's beat a dead horse on the news report
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report
After all this let's go to Chuck for sports
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report

A silence ringing Ever repeating
Symphony of
Discontentment
Reassessment
Where the heck am I now?

A lofty lonely absolute
With candy bars
Let's be astute
I've lost all of timbucktoo
In times of lonely and the blue

OH let's just get out of here
OH let's just get far away

Withe the ever screeching contamination of armpit's bleeding
Tumors the size of icicles with the everlasting gob-stopper hole
Rearrangement gentle spinings
Take away my Christmas tidings
And leave me here on this freaking porch
Listening to the Police Reports

OH let's just get far away
OH let's just lay here to stay

Let's beat a dead horse on the news report
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report
This evening there's a shooting near a local door
Let's beat a dead horse on the news report

I never said this would be easy
But I always expected it nonetheless
I never knew that it'd be so hard to
Listen
Just to
Listen

OH we can never get far enough away
OH somehow I've only managed to stay

Saturday night is the wrecking crew
I'd ask if you were here, but I think you've spewed
The intellect and nonetheless I'm making up for all my
misplaced tests
Taking time to make the rhymes and bring about the chiming of the tolls
The ringing of the chimes

As sin slowly covered my skin
My soul cries out
And I try to drown myself
Hopefully I'll still be accepted

The prison of my prison
is my mind

Various tonalities made their
Way across the damp air

Only made wetter through
The assistance of shower steam
And fitful sobbing

Home screams "42!" in red and white
Push it to the side
I have no time tonight

We are all separate, but wholly one
They are all separate, but wholly one
Father, Ghost, and the Son

Strange meetings in the middle of everything
Stare at the ground,
while your gaze starts to sting

How old are you?
How old am I?

Why did you grab my leg?
How did you notice my movements?
Where are you?

I want nothing to do with tomorrow.
Because self pity of today is overwhelming.
Knowing better doesn't change the actions
And my hip wants to pop out of its socket
Traction
Gaining
Hydro-planing
On the streets of whe'ever the **** in Oregon

Loss and gain
Measure the same, but one feels so much
heavier than the other.

Push beads back
Hold her hair back
The only difference is sharing loneliness with another

I'm not saying that I understand, fully what's happening here.
[Soul searching, or so I've been told]
But I know that you and I are worlds apart.

Is there this great of a disconnect between the rest of the world and I?
*Because the Internet

I am struggling to be apart from this.
In its entirety
Because I am it
and it, me
But I want to be away
To be held
To be in awe of a greater presence.
I grow tired of this.
I grow weary of corporeal
Of being.

I want to be away.
To be apart.
To say farewell to this.

You're a good girl, and you know it
But what does that make me?

Let's let glue run through my veins
I'll stick with anything you give me.

Short poems always seem to give a sense of importance.

The galaxy,
the center
The life of the space that we occupy
The eye of the life of the space that we occupy
The center of the eye of the life of the space we occupy

Who's there?
What's there?
How's there?
When?

What lies at the center?
Who's the apple to the galaxy's eye?
Is it the Sun?
The son of the sun?
The Son?

What's at the center of the space that we occupy?
What's the life of the space that we occupy?
Where's the carrot?

What's the apple?

Fruits of the space vaccuum.

I think you should be you
And I should be I
And we could let
Sleeping dogs lie
And we could let
Days go by
And we could let
Us to not meet eye-to-eye
And we could let
The time be nigh
To forget about each other
And both cut dry

I wish I could slowly dance to your words
And pirouette to your whispers

And fingers would play across the skin
As if it were a personal dance floor
There'd be grace
There'd be
Dance

And together we'd celebrate
For we'd dance together
Watching
Wondering
Hoping
To dance forever

There's nothing, but everything
in the realm of your eyes.

I keep staring at the screen
I know we said we'd wait
And I know how many times I've failed that
Fallen well short of what we agreed

But every freakin' text
Every time I see you online
I just hope, secretly wish
That you'd break the agreement this time

And I'll check you tumbling
And I'll sit there mumbling
"I hope this is about me."

I wonder how much I'm on your mind
How much you think of my kisses
What you think of most in regards to us
What most reminds you of me?

This time away's been good, sure
But time together would feel better

If you knew how badly I long for you
If you knew how much you're truly on my mind
And how every time I see a picture of you
I about nearly lose my cool

I miss you
Romantically and otherwise
And if we see each other soon, and decide
Maybe the romantic side needs to end
I know I'll still love you, and miss you just as much
As a wonderful, beautiful friend