I shaved my head
the dead protein I suffered small talk
to stripe and style and now it shines
just like the rest of theirs,
the scalps of would-be conquistadors,
made into saggy stocking caps.
I tattooed my neck
with a dotted line
and 'cut here' in cheerful Comic Sans.
They kept the bottom part.
I took my extra bits
and slid them across the table in case someone needed them.
They slid them back--
but my left kidney won Best in Show
And my right lung was an honorable mention.
I sewed the ribbons to my chest.

He loves me
We stayed up talking until 6AM

He loves me not
You called me by her name again

He loves me
You made promises I thought you might keep

He loves me not
Your face interrupted another night's sleep

He loves me
You phoned and said you'd waited in the rain for me

He loves me not
Then told me I was cold and ignored me completely

He loves me*
Apparently even pretty flowers can be lying little *****.

the eTablets from Mt Sinai
those from on High
they weren’t working
so Current Moses held them high
and he said:
“Anybody knows how to
work these things?
I was never good at Technology,
much less these new eTablets!
Nobody makes them work -
I'll smash them to smithereens!”

The Technician whom
they called to service
was a ****** migrant, a heathen
a pacifist
and a non-believer at that  
And he examined the tablets
and he declared his prognosis:
*“I can see it’s lost its power.
I see too it’s made in China –
I’m afraid it doesn’t come
with a warranty either.
Next time, for software and hardware
try Mongolia, or get your stuff all from India”

Across the hills,
The Serpent's tongue,
The echo of the deep,
Like thunder shaking,
And lightning striking,
The power of the storm,
Her voice it calls,
Across the hills,
Answering my call,
A voice to fear,
Sheer power's voice,
All across the hills.

Hearts pounding,
The suicide alarm in your head is sounding
My key just broke in half
Nobody's around to laugh
So I walk to the door
Knowing exactly what I'm looking for

December walks in the fading light
My face turning a pale white
Looking out on the river, seeing the Black Sea
My eyes seem to deceive me
I close up like a dead flower
At night, my head turns into rush hour

The voices
They seem to grow nearer with all my choices
Trapped in the back of a car going up in flames
And the police are tryin' to get my parents names
But it was already too late
I was headed over since the age of eight

Nothing but an empty room
And now all that's left is a filled tomb
I took a girl with me as I went
Two lives got spent
Makes me go numb
My pulse is racing... a drum

Swirling out of reality
My strength is sinking, just like my mentality
To stay here, to stay alive
There's a ember inside of me, to survive
Loving lost ones
The burden of it weighing tons

Heart's pounding,
The suicide alarm in your head is sounding
December walks in the fading light
My face turns to a pale white
The voices they seem to grow nearer with all my choices
Noting but an empty room
Now all that's left is a filled tomb
Swirling out of reality
My strength is sinking, like my mentality