I am still hesitating
I tend to stare when I’m waiting
Rejoice and sing for the lost boys
Take it easy you all made the right choice
Get closer to the machine now
Expedite and rush through the dream now
Explode, claim the treasure
You thought the past would get better
No more come and go meetings
Same sad story and same old greeting
Bless the sound and just continue bleeding
Open house the faces are fleeting  
I know, things were bitter
Art of the craft without any glitter
Control forgot to be an option
Close the gap and put it up for adoption
I can’t have the only thing that wants me
Does that mean that I cant be happy

Happy, I am saved

I get creative when the snow falls
Manifest desire for the rag dolls
The seriousness of tomorrow
I just shrug it off as time borrowed
It’s not much but I’m liking where I learned to stand
On this bright northern piece of land, and
All the while it’s trial by creatures
Two kids underneath the bleachers
I can’t speak, I’m afraid to lose my voice
I just wish I could learn make a noise
Every time I’m so straight to the point
But my life is to new to exploit, and furthermore
We both know that it’s time for bed
But there are too many thoughts running through my head  
Like I’m happy that you and I both shall live
God knows it’s all we could give
Yeah the future is cool and the past is dead
But you wish it were me instead

Happy, I am saved

Have we been introduced
I’m the ******* kid
We met on the screens
Do you remember the screens?
Do you remember me?
I’m beneath the skin of the lid
I’m the one who never screams
Do you remember the screams?
Do you remember me?
I’m the losing bid
I’m gnawing at the seams  
Do you remember the seams?
Do you remember me?
Seems to me

Lars lifts opens the toilet seat. The hinge squawks and he mimics the sound with his mouth. A dumb smile folds out on his face like someone unrolling a beach towel. He sits without dropping his pants or underwear. The cops are just about to leave through the screen door. Maggie offers a departing sacrament of right out of the oven of crispy flakey Pillsbury biscuits. They wave their hands parallel to the ground refusing. Maggie pulled the biscuits out too early. The bottoms are tan and dimensional but the tops are sloppy. They look like they have a glaze but they don’t have a glaze. They are pasty but still hot to the touch. The pan is hot. Maggie is wearing maroon oven mitts. One of the cops gets his foot snagged on the throw rug. They walk with their heads down but don’t notice the curled edges of the throw rug. They notice a black pug named Roger instead and nearly avoid fumbling over him. The cops scatter outside quickly like ducklings crossing the street. Lars’ dumb smile lingers and he laughs with a shushing lisp. He reaches between his legs into the toilet bowl. His hand disturbs the water. His nose is bleeding. Maggie closes the doorwall after the cops leave. The cops left the screen open. Maggie reopens the doorwall, closes the screen, shakes her head, and then closes the doorwall again. The kitchen is humming with improper wires. The light is electric pastel blue. The linoleum is too ***** to sleep on. Maggie’s ******* can be seen through her shirt. Lars wipes his nose with his arm and shoulder. He is hunched digging into the toilet bowl. He pulls out a baggie with a twist tie on top. The baggie looks reused. Maggie enters under the frame of the door and her lips roll out like a beach towel. The ******* in the baggie is very very dry.

How far away was eventually
How long before I became we
If I had to guess I would have to say
That today was a day to let be

I accumulated ways to ignore people
I collected bits that could make people laugh
I could impress but never could address change
I never massed up the nerve or my wrath

I’ll sit and plan my future days
I’ll lie down and think about before
I’ll mark up and schedule our parted ways
But I’ll always think that I could have done more

Intelligence is followed by ignorance
Fever followed by figurativeness
A better human
Or more humane
Never before or
Never again

Humans are guttural
Glued and cruel
Natural savage
A religious mule
A finger with reason
A bark and a bite
With theological treason
Your wrong is my right

Sub arctic creatures with tired banter
Within the white dirt holds children’s laughter
Polar by creed, the heavens are cold
Death walks slow when the Earth is on hold

He’s a chain smoker in his head
And a businessman with his hands
He was a cosmonaut at the bar
And a bear with the North Star

I keep time while I drive with my left foot
And presumably flatten the pedals with my right
As I get out, my jeans rub with the velvet
Completing the circuit with a metal door, quite trite

Chanting with a focused tunnel vision
I bid my stereo good night
Ending my ride in a final decision
I depart to fall asleep in the leaves

I’ll be right
Within
The Isle of Wright
Begin
The sacrificial lamb’s ascension

There we’ll dance
Because
The last of chance
We must
Continue the journey on foot

The Industrial wolf hunts alone
  Contracted from:
  Factory and iron
The Industrial dove is unable to fly
   Her wings were forged and plated
The Industrial pig eats his own kind
  For he is not made of meat
The Industrial sheep, labor and oblivious
  Has never tasted a cream so sweet

The pall  
The wall
The sheet of despair, with deception to spare
The art of big words
Carried on the backs of birds
From point A to
Point C
From what is
To what
Could be

“Why can’t I see you every night?”
When I’m still afraid of dying, you should know better
-The show feather with a 1920’s twist.
A flapper, with someone who slaps her
But only her closest friends know.
In unapplauded tones they tell her to split
While she’s ahead
What’s in her head is:
1. Chewing gum
2. Her finger and thumb
Calling for a cab.

Somehow I have ended up-
On the island of the snow

When the light hits we-
Will watch the bodied waters grow

Some have come to sing the aid of cosmic egg you surely must have known
Busy, empty, queen bee gave us nectar harvest words a choice to go

I opened the leaflet
By what means did we get
To shore in a matter of months.
Oh heat from exhaustion
And meat from the lost bin
I’m captain on all equal fronts.

So sure of the story
By some things that lure me
I know by a flagon of beer.

So false are the reasons
But yet we’re still seasoned
To occasionally stumble upon here.

             Real Estate at the
Top of the lake is well aware of
Equilibrium
     Tell my Dad and my
Brother too and you might as well
Tell the rest of them

Capture and conquest and capital clues
All by nature as conceptually true
Canceling cannons and appraising for food
Can’t consistently measure the facts from some fools

Well I’m your left man baby
Keep this woman out of sight
We’ll I’m your left man baby
Keep this woman out of mind
This girl is talking like she knows me
Oh but please how many more times
My woman she left up north
To the wood is where she ran
My woman she left up north
To the wood is where she ran
But the trees oh darling
Couldn’t find her right man
The dreams don’t stop coming
And I’m losing track of time
The dreams don’t stop coming
And I’m losing track of time
Got to get me a new girl child
Got to drain her my empty mind
The road it’s my savior
Deliver me while you can
The road it’s my savior
Deliver me while you can
Don’t want to hear you speak baby
I’m still just your left man

Unzip the Earth
And there, you have Mars
Squash the feat on sight
And extinguish all records of ours
“It’s not worth the time and the hassle”
The vagrants cried and started to shout
“I’m sure one way or another-
It will figure itself out”

Loose gravel come and it
Ride up your shirt and it
It can’t contend but it
It knows its worth and it
It can pretend and it
It can befriend but it
It knows its worth and it
It’s place on Earth and it
It’s velvet song
It won’t be long
Loose gravel come and it
It won’t belong

Summing in the masses
Gather for spirit release
The haunting of music revives
And winks at the sight of peace

Lost Angeles
The stolen city
Reopen the doors
               and The Whiskey
To spare the pity

Caught in a haze from your natural high
Artificial sweeteners to get me by
I lost all sent, your Persian sigh
Lust and Life
An evening sunrise

Walk to the fun-house
  Mad-house n’ sad-house
   Arrive a minute too soon.
    Carnival courtyard
      Judge gavel wire barb
       Tortured 12 hours past noon.
        Serial laugh scare
        White faced with green hair
        Schizoid with no idea.
        Plan for the worst one
       The first one, you thirst some
      The rats are feverish and calm.
      Scurry for the front door
     To see day just one more-
   A maze, caught in Lucifer’s palm.

Excuse me, misses please
    I’m a traveling man  
We both know at the end of this show
    I’m what the road demands
Now Lucy you can chose
    To wait around for this
I’ve got my storm-cloud voice
    And you’re standing in the mist

I’ve got a ticket for an aero plane
It’s my time to ascend into space
As it occurs I guess we can complain
Because our lives are ours to waste

Lurking hermit, corridor snake
Predator owl, behavior lake
Social depiction deficiency
“Living at sea”
When all that matters is you
                                           And me

Mary had a little plan
She’s doing the best she can
All the kids thought it was absurd
But Mary knew that she was a bird
Locked in a car, how she’d come so far
Mary had a little plan

She didn’t know how to drive
No she hadn’t been long enough alive
The keys were just sitting out
She knew what thrill was about
Climbing to the front, hands on the wheel
Mary didn’t know how to drive

The garage was sealed to the floor
Mary hadn’t smelled this smell before
She was dizzy but she felt kinda proud
She started up that engine loud
The gas grew thick, and poor Mary felt sick
The garage was sealed to the floor

Mary had a little plan
She’s doing the best she can
All the kids thought it was absurd
But Mary knew that she was a bird
Her body was dead, but flew like a bird in her head
Yeah Mary had a little plan

No good comes out of me with elongated periods of thought
I think with the plight of the pessimist
I do what I ought not
I become repulsive
Tonic
Hygienic
*****
Strangely ironic
Unlawfully rude
Thought of periods elongated with me of out comes good
no, Monsters

In a world where we ruin things just to build them again
We’re never satisfied in the state we’re in
Atop the plane of embodiment we’ve fallen to inhabit the Earth
Secret eso-life agendas, as we’re drained we find our worth
And we hunt beside the hydra aquatic manic menthol mammal
Disease hear me please I can’t feel the wax from candles
My good luck charm is somewhere eating in my garden
I would write to my God but instead I beg its pardon

Shimmering Midwest dream
Duluth snow, south of the sea
Yes, sound is vibration, the glass is full
Love for my Mini-Happiness, Saint Pull

The room was clean from the middle of the street
The lady we spoke to seemed fairly sweet
According to myth the set was nearly complete
I don’t know why we had to go

I could smell the way you looked through me
We could dip or we could flea
There was a cap on how high we could succeed
They played a game inside my head

You removed your smile and I removed my shirt
The lake that I washed in was mostly dirt
But you still couldn’t tell I heard
All the secrets you told to the fish

Everyone sang but nobody was in tune
I sang to but I started too soon
You were upset that the quarter came to ruin
I was unsure for I didn’t pay an ear

I see my life in
3rd person, out of body
From the little half circle in the wall
Where the mouse hides in its cave

Everything in this world
Is condemned to music and poetry
Every sound is vibration and vibration
Is music
Every visual can be felt and
Held accountable by words
-words are poetry
And I am a troll
a clown
and a student
And I am the strangest
That I’ve ever been
-and I can prove it

On my canvas linen bed
I can’t be seen
But feed
Delicious red fruit
By the arm of an avalanche
-And the tips of frostbitten antlers

Friendly chains in a timely manner
I assume someone paid them to keep me in *******
They would never do this to me without strange reason, besides
I’m a euphoric little *******
Squinting with my bedroom eyes
Hinting at with shrewd surprise
That our skin is all but melting

My head plays like a movie reel
  Projected amongst my eyes
Every ounce of static and imperfection
   Surrender to film from all sides
  The scars from the tape relay my vision
  I blink and hear the shutter on screen
  My head plays like a movie reel
As I plan for my Final scene

Myth thy chariot
   Sons and hours
Away in a minute
   The queens do scour
Frightened by the pen
Ambient daughters
Frightened by the pen
The sword does slaughter

There’s a glass of water on a dark wooden desk
I taste a little then spill the rest
I slept for an hour but awoke from the storm
There I coil to the window in my natural form
I touch the shade as the velvet of Earth, and
I count the steps to this point from my birth, and
There stand I, aware but detached, as
There could we, but our lives falsely clashed

I know where your life is
I know where you live
At the corner of sorrow and solitude
Across the street from sanction and bliss
Children playing at your doorstep turn
A lighter shade of blind
You look to seal this empty lot
You look in hope to find
I know where your life is
I know where you live
Near the old church by the drugstore
Near my grave, you must forgive

Under hung from the sweet tarnished leaf
The lingering sent of ash
Softly breathed new life into
January’s subtle bow and curtsey

Overwhelmed by the bitter glossy fog
The swaying sent of twig
with anguish blew harsh winds into
June’s sacred lost and found

She loses herself within the pages that he writes
Never knew life could be so bitter through someone else’s eyes
Stabbing you in the back, but what’s the plan of attack
Just to be watching from a distance, the disturbance that you lack

Motionless stuttering aimlessly to the ground
Overwhelmed by the filth that nurtures and surrounds
Your dream-like disorder
Learning as you get older
Not to shake hands with the strangers whose immaturity seems shorter  

Nocturnal
And breathe before the anxiety sets in
Don’t stop just because the direction you’re following could bleed sin
It’s the flow
Of the fluid
To let be
And swim through it
So let’s just smile as the rain hits and keep this ship in movement

No creo
En vivo para su asilo
Ven conmigo

Dynasty dwells on the richer man’s lawn
As she chooses her words carefully
Lips like the pawn
Of the black and white lifestyle
She nods as she sits while
The pulse that once harbored takes its turn to stand trial

Anointed, at last
The shock theory stood chance
But tell me how many licks does it take for you to understand
You’re ignoring too much hurt
The beauty of disturbed
Until god whispered in your ear
The pain fled dispersed

And at first with unreasonable doubt
It felt good to feel new
Empowered by the strength and the wisdom that it grew
Overseen by the temperament
Not knowing where December went
And all I saw within the darkness was a reflection of you

I want to move
Like the nomad
Like the no-man’s
Land stretching from pinky to thumb
Enthusiasm kills quick like none
Other ideas pushed a side
Of the moon that never gets old
Man train of thought
I would never grow this
Oppressive




                                4 corners

In true form Potential energy
Resides in residential memory  

Obscure are the things that hang down from ceilings
Pout is the mouth scorn my pigeon-toed feelings
Send spies and magic away with said legion
Cast unto forest from behind this grey region

The bit crusher and asteroid farmer- married at the age of twenty four.
It's a bit tougher as her dad would alarm her-
To be carried in a cockpit evermore.
So decade to decade and a millennium of light speed brought them to a sound of space and time.
An offspring they would bare on winter by a hair of a planet that was
covered in lye.

Electric water I bite you
  Off again
Sheet rock solder I am your
  Only friend
We meet up weekly
We tell each other lies
I fed the sheep and
We gave our parting tides

Oh yes we get lost
Oh yes we are gone

My, avocado I know you want
  To lead
My, dear Mason to us you
  Are freed
My two faced flower what happened to
  Your lips
Eight is the hour to which the
  Ceiling drips

Oh yes we get lost
Oh yes we are gone

The atmospheres melancholy roar
Midwest urban floor
Spoken with deep drawn vowels
Sweat like nectar
As Mr. Crow scowls
From gravestone to telephone pole
Emotion walks with a cane

My mom told me to look both ways when I cross the street
Now my puppies pushing daisies underneath my feet  

On the day of Halloween back when I was 6
I was careful and quiet, in the burbs and near the sticks
Today was different, but I didn’t know how
A day supposedly saved for the devil would ever be allowed

I knew how to be scared, and I’m sure I felt fear
Being acquaintances with Lucifer every time I looked in the mirror  
I noticed I was whiter becoming the shade of a lamp
And I could tell that my eyes were progressively turning black

And so I left
My own reflection
I knew that I was morphing only in the wrong direction
Every ounce of good inside me was getting digested in my stomach
And when I ran onto my family I pretended I was dumbstruck

Never before had the thought of being the black sheep become so vivid
Now I knew I didn’t belong and it was something I had to live with
Bouncing a ball to the floor off a wall and back in my hand
Seemed to be the only thing left in the world that I could understand

Then a voice in my head reverberated like the voice of God
But this was an opposing force and it sounded quite odd
I couldn’t make out a langue but the message was unmasked
He said I was his servant and blood was what he had asked

My mind was spinning and my palms were to the ground
My memory erased and my soul was lost and found
I hungered for death knowing the honor that I bestowed
And so I pushed my puppy into the middle of the road

My mom told me to look both ways when I cross the street
Now my puppies pushing daisies underneath my feet

On my highway I go
  As fast as we like
  My misery demands company
    Face to the glass
    And porcelain mask
    This moment was always fun for me

Oh well
A well
The mission bell
Remind me, where have we been?
Oh yes
That’s right
That motel out west
Near the bottom of the $5.00 bin

I would sacrifice all the light in this room to the devil
Whatever the weekend is drinking I’ll surely be at it’s temple
My rent doctor soothes me when she aches my pains
And patches up the walls from when I hate the game
I
Cut the shame and I sit on my rock as
I
Stalk the kids with their neighborhood chalk and
I
Mark the places where the bullet casings and shrapnel
Were caught lodged in the arteries of the deputy court marshal

Don’t discourage the obscenity of senators on their wedding day
If you follow me I’ll speak of thee in the highest at my eulogy
I don’t consider in the nearest the “hop-ability” of daddy dearest
Oh and by the way, there’s a tip jar on your way out.

Was it as easy for you
As it was for me
To drop your defenses
And live our lives out eagerly
The over anxiety from my loves lack of piety
Or better yet how I tried to populate her minds society

With the idea of an image
We both dreamed to consume
The dark goddess
Breathing new life into my futures sullen bedroom
But the way her mind acted as prison guard for what her heart truly wished
This tiger was trapped in a cage of life’s never ending vanquish

And I gave with my heart
My will behind my ideals
Every artery embroidered on my arm slowly splits and spills
The red liquid that we both seemed to hunger
My music and my words that breast-feed this god-forsaken thunder

The concept of time appears to lose all of its meaning
Distances in space are
Disregarding and demeaning
For the depths that I’ve reached
Engulfed in this woman’s shadow
As she gently cut the cord to my everlasting battle

With life
With love
With all of the above
Scapegoats and memories in a field of push and shove
A ****** of myself, the things I can’t control
If love controls my fate, then let my future go

And I wish I could hate you
But I’m too busy trying to relate to
Your brains past events that caused
This corruption of the person we all knew
So true
But now the feeling of fear in your heart
Has single handedly reattached the strings of puppet manipulation to your trembling arms

And I curse the day you realize your heart has no vacancy
Undermining the unmotivated prayer of “God wont you **** me please”
Understand that your art is something to guide you through the thick and of the filling
Of the cup that was once half empty, but now has shattered and is spilling


On the floor, that I lay
Head like a ball of clay
The summer was a time for me to digest all that was on my plate
Music and syllables to describe how I felt when you looked me in the eyes
Still sit in my note books but I no longer ask the reason why

I didn’t know better
From the decomposition that you dealt
The anger, lack of pride and destruction of myself
Left behind, no longer
No time for this distress
I’m moving forward through this desert
On my everlasting quest

With life
With love
With all of the above
Scapegoats and memories in a field of push and shove
A ****** of myself, the things I can’t control
If love controls my fate, then let my future go

Now that I’ve seen the phases
Seen the faces
Of the sun
Now that I am lifeless
I fight this
Heaven I don’t know
Now I know I don’t know better
So go get her
Like I should
Now I’ll go and reach our savior
Behavior
And some nicotine

What we learn we must remember
Dismember what
We loosely hold to hate
As a kid I held up ceilings
While believing  
Success was worth my fate
Now I know my head was cycling
It’s frightening
Paranoid in present day
Now I know just what my life was
It was the right one
And all I did was live