Howl me
cowardly
scream it in my ear
story me
bore me
bury me
try to scare me
You’re livid and I’ve lived
with no petty injections till now
you hate
i don’t relate
you bare your teeth and i’ll smile
badger me
bother me
regret it
forget it
just dam your overflow
i’m tired of your wounded levies
cover me
smother me
but wait, please, till i’m gone
Rain it
Drain it
drown me
insanity
your annoying tickle on my ear-drum
save your breath
spill on me in your imagination
because i don’t listen anymore

Yesterday I sat on your porch,
and drew pink chalk hearts around
your doormat.  You asked me if I
wanted sweet tea and I said yes,
though all I really wanted was your
lips against my ear.  Whispering how
much you missed the smell of
my perfume on your pillow.

And sometimes I take snapshot of my
face when I cry. I mail them to you
in a grey envelope and on the back of every
one I write down confessions about
what animals I'd run over in the
road that day, and how they all made
the same loud thump under my wheels,
no matter how hard I pushed on the gas
pedal, or how much I turned up the stereo.

Occasionally you bring the pictures
back to me, telling me everything you
know about radio waves, road ****, and how
they relate to the tread on my tires.  You tell
me things I won't ever need to know, but
will never be able to forget no matter
how many times I try to burn the memories
of you from my frontal lobe.

I guess that's another reason why I love you.
Because no one's ever told me how
they make the colors in my favorite
fourth of July fireworks.

Look back at who you used to be:
A boy who walked the straight and narrow
Afraid of your own shadow
A child who made promises unto himself
Swearing you’d never give in
Swearing you’d cling to your dream
Swearing you would be strong enough to stand high on the mountain of morality
Out of reach of their harsh words
And too far away to see the blinding lights of reality
That hoped to knock you down

Now look at who you’ve become:
You call yourself a man
Because you’ve been exposed to the elements
You claim to have “grown-up”
Since you’ve traded in your morals for a ribbon of approval from your friends
You let the words of others sting you
And you change your personality to cover the wounds
You are a disgrace
You’ve cast off pieces of yourself
And glazed over your flaws
To be a mindless piece of perfection
That society won’t reject.
Good for you.

So don't ******* worry.
DON'T ******* SWEAT.
I went the whole day,
Without your debt.
I was free of you,
And all you've left.
So don't ******* worry,
I patched up that hole in the wall.
That ******* one you left.

White moth are thy not drawn to dull flame?
Hath said flame to emanate from Night Mare's mane,
Shall thy flutter past all the same?
Nay,
Whitest moth in darkest night,
dance towards brightest flame tonight,
Embrace her tremors, Embrace her hate,
Embrace the void she procreates,
Kiss her in the form of impending threat,
Spill crimson beads across her *******,
White moth are thy not drawn to death,
Be sleep but hollow in final breath?
Nay.

I will write something,
but maybe tomorrow.

Tonight , which has all too quickly become morning,
I am drinking wine.
And watching pre recorded TV.

Undateables, which gives hope to to the hapless
and help for the hopeless,
Is, tonight, enough for me.

Tomorrow, I shall wake and Impress you all, with my witty prose,
and my clever repartee.

But tonight, which is morning,
I will think on it
and wait upon Calliope.

We walked amongst the ruins famed in story
Of Rozel-Tower,
And saw the boundless waters stretch in glory
And heave in power.

O Ocean vast! We heard thy song with wonder,
Whilst waves marked time.
"Appear, O Truth!" thou sang'st with tone of thunder,
"And shine sublime!

"The world's enslaved and hunted down by beagles,
To despots sold.
Souls of deep thinkers, soar like mighty eagles!
The Right uphold.

"Be born! arise! o'er the earth and wild waves bounding,
Peoples and suns!
Let darkness vanish; tocsins be resounding,
And flash, ye guns!

"And you who love no pomps of fog or glamour,
Who fear no shocks,
Brave foam and lightning, hurricane and clamour,--
Exiles: the rocks!"