Not really
experience has taught me
that voices can hold knives
and just because it's mine
doesn't make me immune
to the edge
So I choose
not to listen.

A giggle in your throat
as you discuss
the horrific mad mundane
thing
some not all
call the day to day
stop it
be somber
then people will care
maybe.

Stop that
hmm no
Stop that
oh okay
R r really
no
I want to
kinda really
but
no.

The early show
Cheap tickets
For the big screen
Full of stars
Popcorn aplenty
Another tally mark
Against one more day
Worse ways to **** time.

did the cage
make you a beast
or did you find
your beastly self caged
does it matter now
perhaps
to historians.

They said
so I did
stole the moment
while they watched
I don't think
they wanted it anyway.

Rarely
does it truly
come down to two roads
often there are A hundred*
though they aren't always obvious
or particularly well made.

Slow motion
the stumble
trying to grab at air
then the fall
down down down
the sound
A muffled thud
better off than a turtle
but not by much
I have the image.

The faces fly by
As I drive by
Their words
Don't reach me
The faces so varied
But what do they matter
Existing only in my memory .

A young man
with a fake
long white beard
sitting to the side
giving directions
that make sense
in theory.

much or few
balance is best
but hard to achieve
harder still to maintain
but worth it
I'm told

we are going
going somewhere
forwards mostly
getting ahead of myself really
but if I linger too long
I fear the passengers
will attack me.

Walk or run
if the destination
is the same
does the pace matter
it does if your racing
it's not a competition
kinda feels like one.

I love fighters
a beautiful tragedy
they battle
The way of things
by being
counter culture
or with simple bravado
and a knack for painting
I know they'll give
submit to the way
but for a while they shine
I do hope they succeed
but I don't think they will.

took the law
into vengeful hands
got back at the crooked
but never did slake
the crowds thirst for revenge
always more to punish
the vigilante provided
a personnel touch
pleased some people
others wondered
if there wasn't a better way.

A bug
with delusions
of humanity
be happy
ants
are better teammates.

Stacks on Stacks
of aluminum cans
empty now of even dregs
could bury a lot of things
under that light weight.

learn mindfulness
it sounds therapeutic
maybe you'll stop
spending all your time
stressing over dead seconds.

As eternal as mountains
so
not eternal
but certainly
quite long lasting.

Where will you wander
Where can you wander
in this well charted land
all the landmarks are noted
who needs a pathfinder
a lot of folks
oddly enough
they know not quite enough
could use a pamphlet.

A photo of a group
friends in the summer
I didn't know
you had Photoshop
way back when
for surely these summer friends
aren't the foes I see today.

forever feels
like an hour
with nothing to do
but twitch and think.

Under the ice
The old gold ruins lie
Haunted by the twisted
So much to loot
For an enterprising traveler.

fly indeed
fly all around
then you land
and crawl
towards dessert
too far away to stop
agh dam little fly feet
all up in my cake.

depends on where you stand
some people never know
where to stand
the signs they say
are written in hieroglyphs
they tend to step on toes
and run into each other.

I tried drawing god
realistically
it wasn't very believable  
perhaps a better hand
could've done a better job.

Anything can sound silly
death threats from the weak
and admissions of love
from sociopaths
the height of hilarity
a squeaky voice
will do a good job
at stealing the strength
of any sentence.

An idea
it means
what again
do as you will
within reason
but what's reasonable
never mind we all need boxes
clearly defined borders
we can rail against
not perfect but surely
it beats uncertainty.

Not built for combat
but
you don't have to be big
to stab at an Achilles heel.

A painting
that evokes
either
claustrophobia
or comfort.

I laugh
because i'm not
quite tall enough
to loom menacingly
over all my problems.

Chilly day
Still I sweat
Under that
Heat lamp gaze
I never tan
Just burn
But still so cold.

all things arguably
for one reason or another
such a pain
deciding who to trust
look em in the eye
they say the windows
to the soul
dam foggy windows
I say.

The thing is
I need to do something
but I need something
to begin .

Something something
Very very bleak
Ill tides are always
Waiting at the beaches
Of our days
Or so it seems
Through my pessimistic haze
Some find succor in the past
All I can do is laugh
There must be a silver lining
Somewhere around here
Isn't there always.

The people died
I don't know why
I killed them for money
I find as I get older
The excuses get weaker
But coins still spend the same.

Will my claims
Sway you
I don't think they will
Would more certainty
In my voice
do the trick
If you couldn't see my eyes
Would this be easier
Don't know why I bother
Except that I don't want
You to suffer.

Victims tomorrow
the problem
with removing a body
from the throne
is that the chair is still there
waiting for another ***
get rid of both
they'll just stand on the table.

you know your side
it's all one big violent game
we try to change the rules
we can't even decide
on the name.

I have good excuses
for all my crimes
as a judge I know
who deserves and who
does not
so I will take
and give in the certainty
of my morale authority

Simple embroidery
An elaborate  heart
sewn on your camo sleeve.

Tell me friend
where did you begin
who were you
why are you
the way you are today
was it outside forces
did you just adjust
to your environment
or did you pretend
to be something new
so long it stopped
being an act
I'm curious.

The fires rage
Then burn out
Only to be lit
By someone new
That sounds so familiar
****
it is a circle
Around we go
Where we'll stop
I really hope someone knows.

I found heaven
and found
it had its own demons
So I moved to limbo
Not sure where
I will flee to next
I hear the void is nice.

You look like me
you act like me
but you aren't me
my dear shadow
this is a problem
though not your fault
it is mine
for I tried to attain immortality
through cloning
unfourtunately for us both
you are but a poor intimation
maybe i'll just write a book.

Are you just writing
the same thing over and over
like you're possessed
tell your ghost story
and free yourself of
mad repetitive scrbbling
if you can
it may be even you
do not know what
you truly wish to say
and every attempt
drives the truth farther away
A shame.