What sin is it
that desire to consume
consume for consumptions sake
isn't the feeling
not simple gluttony
consume cause you're empty
or at least feel empty
full to burst couldn't possibly
cram more down
but so hollow
surely I should float
what is weighing me down
poor tubby ****.

change is hard
change is good
change is natural
change is up there
with death and taxes
as unavoidable things
only children fear change
I've heard
put my head to the sander
not the chopping block
neither is a first choice
but I can stand some pain
for some good change
I think.

Hero to Villain how

I borrowed a pin
from a friend
heroic fall

but seriously how
you stood for something

you stand still long enough
you can watch the land change
I changed teams without moving
I guess that was still a choice.

The people
who live at the bottom
see me coming
falling till I hit the pile
to reach the bottom of that
would be quite the feat
Do I look like a falling star
rather more pedestrian
A drop of rain
failing at filling
A pit of despair
pit of despair
like a well of toxic sludge
surprisingly natural
will I be broken
when I hit
did I fall
because
I'm already broken
time will tell.

artificial syrup
flooding my veins
how did you find enough
to drown in
where there's a will
Dr P my main man
for medical advice
you aren't dead
so you must be good
full to the brim man
why
the locale water
tastes like mercury
it won't satisfy
but at least  you
don't buy bottled water.

I bled on the office floor
I spilled blood for my company
those drops weren't worth much
but it sounds like something
it did make me realize
as little as I cared for the blood
I cared less for the work
So I quit
to no great applause
or apparent concern
HR only knows
how many drops
there have been.

it sounds so futuristic
by now
the world should be chrome
still time still just 21
things can change fast
could wake up tomorrow
having missed the revolution
movies from the 80s what do they know
less than me apparently.

fay folk
in the legends
regular folk
from what I've seen
tie-dye with vital red
savage minions
rushing about
with such naïve purpose
maybe maybe I do you a disservice
maybe you understand more than I did
God knows I can't ask
no good reason to prove
what you might suspect.

I'd bite off your fingers
if you offered A hand
its not an attack
just thought
you might fill my void
is that not how it works
impolite perhaps
the material
can fix the immaterial
so they say.

Writing time and again
about the same old topics
Cerberus poet
an undying dog
surrounded by bones
can gnaw on these forever
is that healthy.
is being Alive.

Hands at ten and two
I control my fate
so I'm told
swerve into oncoming traffic
cause a cacophony
go out on a high note
I control my fate
but where the ****
do I wanna go
nowhere really
being awake
makes me uncomfortable
I see why so many
choose to give themselves
to more certain Hands.

Late to the party
Arguably
fashionably so
what lies on the horizon
the same old woe
claims the cynic in me
in me
the cynic I am
the optimist I try to be
might claim otherwise
the optimist i try to be
Do I really want to be
Could be fun
A change of pace
The Optimist I try to be
might say
so long as you're alive
things can change for the better.

I try to travel
on make believe roads
I think this time
the ground will be solid
I sink
my mouth fills
with silly dreams
tastes bitter
I'm always surprised.

or freeze
as a defense
it lacks
nature or nurture
my father was a brick wall
my mother
never taught me to fight
that explains it right
Fight or Flight
or
be a deer
headlights
such an enthralling sight
white light the way to heaven
right.

Green rider
ride away
from me and mine
not just disease of the body
god forbid
in you're wake
as your herald
panic
who needs that.

the world is burning
what else is new
oh ****
is this
what Billy Joel meant
cause I don't play with matches
A childish thing
to play
with dangerous things
is it kids these days
I should blame
for the state of things.

collapse
the days weight
is a bit much
the doorbell rings
I try to rise
I can't even open my eyes.

The wrong green flourishes
political gardeners
fields of prize winning weeds
you'll **** us all.

It's easy to break stuff
It may seem oxymoronic
It may be
But I think the most
Efficient
way to fix things
Is to break things
On A very large scale.

Vague Ominous
All powerfull
So they claim
not one several
but
Not many
Whatever shall WE do
Suffer probably
The strength of many
Never seems like enough.

Life is short
so they say
they say A lot
billions of seconds
leaking from my hourglass
staunch the bleeding
thats not plausible
anyway it's just Tuesday
Life is short
so i'm told
but don't worry
it's only relative.

To the side
another everything
to the other another
the only difference is degrees
A little better A little worse
Could I fill the shoes
of the best version of me
would it be wrong
to steal from myself
I don't have A goatee
So I can't be the evil me.

the artist attempts
to show us more
beyond
They fail
this is all their is
amazing as it is
it gets so boring.

What wouldn't I give

For a little bit more

Where does it end
The wanting
When you have enough
What is enough.

Dead men tell no tales
but the living are happy
to tell tales for them

A noose of cars
waiting to order
waiting for orders
time is wasting
while the crew scrambles
"this is unacceptable"
the frequent flyer
reminds me.

Who is that creature
I can hear the calm voice
but can't see the body
how can you be still
in these shaky days
are you calm
cause you're joking
are you an actor
are you a fool
can I be one?

I see something silly
I laugh
Serious sincere
I see deep naivety
Dreamer dear friend why
I try to ask
But the laughter won't stop.

In half a decade
Where will you be
Well
Having consulted
My crystal ball
I can say with certainty
Somewhere.

Harbinger says
the end is nigh
but it always is
each day it's closer
does that matter
why fear the inevitable
cause it's scary
some days.

it remains unwritten
but we know
how it is
how they usually are.

the cogs spin
doing what
they were made to do
they catch every so often
but the machine continues.

I want the truth
but you know
you can't always get
what you want
so i'll accept A decent lie.

Bubbling cauldron
Of the unconscious
Produce something nice
Or if your feeling generous
Helpful
All I see in the dark
Is vagueness.

I saw you today
For the first time
The hundreth time
But the first time
I really saw
Dam
you are not
Who I thought
Suppose that's my problem.

after the end
what will I see
a groundhog day loop
I fear
it sounds hellish
repetition makes me twitchy
but burning alive forever
doesn't sound fun either
what about nothing
nothing sounds nice
it would probably grow old
suppose i'll see.

black pool
pull me down
fill my hollow chamber's
with something
words would be nice
good ones please
I would sacrifice my mind
at the inkwell alter
if only I could find
the right guide.