It would be difficult
to travel the brier patch
that life can be
without collecting
a few scars
ether on the body or the mind
maybe if you did get
to the end of the path
without at least a few scrapes
it would mean
you never really lived.

Ah look at you
so cute
in your suit
how mature
how
sophisticated
i'm sure
that everyone
will take you seriously
when you share
with us
your plans
and intentions
here take a fish

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.

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up
The lanky boy
And on his head
It made a nest
Weaving a web
In between threads
Of curly hair
You'd think
He'd notice
He did not
Surprised his girlfriend
When she ran her fingers
Through his hair
He's bald now.

Be normal
Force down those ticks
If you can
If not
Hide

Is one way
To be
Of course
There are other ways

Are they better
Possibly
healthier and wiser
For those
Smarter or stronger

But once you have a way
That works
It's hard to find a new one.

I'm still looking
for the trail of yarn
to find my way
in this dam labyrinth
I hope the Minotaur
doesn't find me first.

could be better
could be gold
instead of bronze
silver would do
just enjoy what you have
just
enjoy
what you have
no
is it wrong
to not want to settle.

I could see it
the thing
I truly desire
it was on the horizon
or so it seemed
but no
apparently
it was just
A shiny bauble
it would probably help
if I knew what
I truly wanted.

the end
a bland goodbye
no drums or drama
not even a curtain
just dull shades
a handful of people
expected more
for all that hassle.

The grim reaper
Is most likely
An accountant
Glasses and
Business wear
it shuffles us away
Like numbers
Erased from a page
All so professional
No need for haunting
No time for reminiscing
You were here
Now you are not
So away with you.

I'm on the outs
With our beloved sun
So I associate with
The moon
Spending my nights awake
And my days unconscious
Is my preference
I'd give the moon a hug
If I didn't hate
Things being in
My space
Hoo.

Ill will indeed
to plot to plan
anothers end
would you please
think
of other things
not for me
but for you
unless it's just
for fun.

A mixed tape of my
least favorite people
plays in my head
saying things
I find far
too logical.

Ooh you got them
Those eerie
Lurker eyes
Eyes we expect
To peep
With feet
We expect
To creep
No doubt
Corners and vans
Are where
You hide out
No doubt
Your thoughts
Are insidious
Maybe you
Should stay away
Ya creeper.

The words circle me
not like vultures
they don't care
what happens to me
it's possible i'm a vulture
waiting for the words
to fall upon the page
certainly no hunter
seeking them out
at the library
or wherever they flock
for the best really
all the best word hunters
are crazy or dead
which is awful.

hollow apologies
to you and yours
for the way of things
I hope it helps
mostly I hope
my
hollow apologies
help me.

such sweets
that bend people
some may resist
but they are few
such things mean little
in the grand scheme
but that is very hard to see
from the gutters
and easy to ignore
hiding in palatial estates.

Fate doth loom
above me like
a loon holding
Damocles's sword
or so it seems
in this lighting
shadows like
to **** with people's heads.

Wallow in gloom
because all is doom
that's hyperbole
but that can be
rather hard to see
someone other than I
tried to speak
in a positive tone
someone else Else
pushed him down the stairs
and not I stopped trying
to lighten the mood.

things do blur together
don't they
after a while
it all looks grey
it all sounds like static
and it all feels
like madness
kinda scratchy
headache inducing
it isn't I think
a myriad rainbow of woe
but after a while it all
just feels the same.

When you find
The right path
Whatever it is
Don't leave it
Don't forsake it
Once you leave
You can never
just
Go back
of course
sometimes
you only realize
you were on
the right path
once you leave it.

The ball is about to begin
Get your fancy coats
And your elegant gowns
Get your monocle
Get in gear
All the important people
Will be here
No winos
Or other disreputable folk
Will be allowed
So please come one
So please come all
To
The very very important ball
You will not
Be murdered and robbed.

Such disgusting creatures
small and without pride
they skitter all over
they infest
they distress
they survive
through atomic fire
through haughty beatings
they survive and thus
the next generation does the same
I suppose that's enough.

fingers moving
eyes tracking
calm down
agh nerves
over stimulation.

well you're here
I guess that should
be noted
but i'd rather not
I'd rather pretend
you never arrived
eventually you will
be announced
just not now.

Just a dude
a big one yeah
but still
just flesh n blood
the real nightmare giants
are things you can't see
but can feel
things with power
but no head
to lob a rock at.

I once saw
Someone knocked
Through a wall
To be fair
The walls are
Pretty dam thin
But still
It was like
A roadrunner
Cartoon.

A dance
A game
this play
it has wide appeal
and a substantial
hatedom
Can see why
too much drama
that is yet too little
for some folk.

A follower of the marquee
A proponent of pain
Possibly handy
With a blade
Those viscous folk
Who feed on pain
What's the appeal
Perhaps it's just
A sort of quirk
Albeit of a more
Malevolent sort
I hope you don't
Bring them home.

what can you say
when your favorite people
are hurting
and everything you say
sounds insincere
the history's their
your a snarky *******
but right now
you don't want to be
I suppose
you just say nothing
and be ready to listen.

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.

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.

be a shame
to wipe the sweat
from your brow
look up from your desk
and realize you've dug
your own grave.

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

the world
appears to be paused
the streets are empty
silence is in control
A storm is coming
something wild
dangerous
but
beautiful
in its way.

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

It has no conductor
And the the passengers
Though numerous are all alone
The wheels are made of flour
And the tracks of bubblegum
The whistle is louder than sound
It goes down a tunnel
Not so much dark
As an LSD nightmare
I never bought a ticket
Can I get off now?

To each their own
So long as you
Don't consider what's mine
Your own
I vote for liberty
Whatever that really means
A chance for you
A bigger chance for me
The secret
I really
Hand to God
Just don't know.

blood sucker
disease bringer
what if any
good do you bring
you must have a place
is it just to bring suffering
if we killed you all
would we be making
a mistake or would we
be correcting one.

devilish delights
indulge in sin
and you'll regret it
maybe probably
if you're caught
all things
in moderation
and you'll be
something
maybe just a *****
I can't endorse
giving away your
moral choices
of course
as a fan of sloth
and follower of envy
I would say that.

storyteller
tell me a story
it needn't be true
just something
to drown out
the droning sound
life makes.

Because I need
To know
The answers
Were varied
Based on feeling
Based on logic
All funneled
Through
Human fallibility
I'll ask again later
Maybe
With so many answers
I can find the truth.

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

Such a fine fellow
Always handy
With a pillow
And kind enough
To aid in escaping reality
If only for an hour
Or eight
He can be cruel
Staying away
Keeping you awake
Maybe just so you know
Not to take him for granted
Could just be stress
Keeping you awake.

I don't see myself in you
i'm jealous to say
I see such greatness
well a better level of mediocrity
at any rate
so what's your secret
tell me
show me
how not to be me.

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

lowering slowly
that yellow blade
descends on me.

untrained
as in to remove
what you have learned
the wrong coping technique
I suppose you never forget
just learn something new
to cover it up
for however long
the new way works.