an open window,
a television turned low,
twice-read books,
hot dogs over-cooked,
stale breeze blowing in,
lights turned dim,
mail thrice-read,
an unmade bed,
a roommate with no key,
another lost in poetry

a voice whispers 'hide...'
godzilla comes out this night
he will break your heart.

from the sea, a mighty beast arises,
with eyes for un-civilized destruction.
thermo-nuclear powered surprises,
raining pain and death's dark function.

across the land, godzilla rages on,
deaf to the screams of those trampled below.
mortal man does weep that their age is gone,
their buildings burn with ample glow.

from the sky, mortal man's jets fly and scream
as bursts of flame cut throw them like butter.
all that mortal man has become and dreams
is charred and laying in the gutter.

so, as the old man weeps his end grown near,
the young man rushes to the streets with cheer.

there is redemption for me
in the eyes of heaven
looking down from the clouds
at a man of broken dirt
i raise my hands in supplication
so filthy and so frail,
grit and grime between my fingers,
sweat and tears on my face,
the agony of a soul in need,
pleasing and pleading, i have nowhere else to turn.
welcome me home and take me in.
hold me close and wipe my face.
tell me everything will be all better.
tell me there is no need to worry.
tell me i am forgiven.

shape
i shrug off my current form
like a
never-ending
flowing river
constantly
moving forward never seeing
the same
scenery twice
skin color changing
driving to colors un-dreamt of
me
a moving changing shape
moving in an
insane
world

my hopes, my dreams
all that it seems
has fallen over the edge

turn around now
don't be the cow
that looks over the ledge

i am down here
ever-mind, ever-clear
ever oblivion true

turn around now
don't be the cow
that falls down here too.

the whole pig is but a part of me
as i am but a part of you
i have devoured it and consumed it
completely. you have me.
i have relished in its death
and basked in its life as it
seeped onto parched earth.
i smile while it squeals.
how it sounds so human.
do you hear me squealing?
as my heart is rent in two
and piece by piece is swallowed.
as my soul is ripped from me
and piece by piece is swallowed.
mmmm...little pig tasted so good.
how i enjoyed it.
ribs were so tender and
came easily from the bone.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
pork chop was pink to the center,
plump and required a knife to sever.
little pig, little pig, let me come in.
sausage, two in number, sliced in twain.
red, and spicy, and oh...so delicious.
you huff and puff
to blow my house down.