Drip, drip, drip.
The dripping of distain
Like the rain on the window
And Sweeney Todd's barber blade.

Do you hear the owl calling?
He always asks a question.
Who is there? Who is listening?
Do you dare to mention?

The crunching of the leaves
Under your boots in the night.
Your pace begins to quicken,
Yet you refuse to show your fright.

Crunch, crunch, crunch
The crushing of branches.
Is someone there? Are they listening?
Are they planning their advances?

Why is it in the dark
People's minds begin to wander?
When they are cold and alone,
They can't help but ponder.

The darkness hold secrets,
Mysterious and unknown.
One can't help but fear the night
Even if they are fully grown.

Traveling in a city
Or journeying in a wood,
Fear ignites in the lonely man's heart.
Something bad happening could.

But don't worry, my pretty.
Don't fret, my little pet.
I know the quickest way to safety
If you only heed my threat.

Don't trust the stranger.
Don't trust the creep.
Don't trust the beggar man.
He'll **** you in your sleep.

Listen to the rich man.
Listen to the able.
Listen to the nice man.
Listen to the stable.

But do be careful,
Looks aren't always what they seem.
Because you see, my young friend,
I love to hear them scream.

Procrastinating

At least it's with writing

Over a period of two days,
I had two inquiries of my own relational status
I also forgot milk, chicken, and various meat products
shoved together, shaped like tubes.

I switched my ring to my right hand
After that

Maybe people will get the picture
I'm not committed
There's no "other" to this significant

That sounds prideful
I don't mean it as such
I just know that I mean something
I'm here for something
That's more than I'd normally say on the subject
Downplay

I switched my ring to my right hand
Right before I got back all my various foods
I sit now, in a dimly lit living room
Illuminated with nothing but a distant light
And this computer screen

This poem has schizophrenic meanings
I hope I'm not committed.

Like banging a drum
                      passed the graveyard,
it's all he can do
to tell himself.. it's not hard.
The tombstones cast an iery light,
you can hear the faint sounds of trombones
caught behind the moon
on this chilly night.

One makes stands
higher than the other,
he recognizes this
to be his brother.

Then he takes out the fold-together  *****
from his back-pack,
and commences to dig.
He digs and he digs,
the pile of dirt grows around him..

then all of a sudden.. clunck-clunck...
he hits the ornate casket with a rock hammer,
that casket that was bought and sold
by the many wails and tears
of the family and friends.


out strikes the rock hammer,
...thud...thud...,thud.

he says to himself.. this must be hardwood...****.. I should have brought a drill!.

aghh the life of a grave robber... not quite a coffin cheater.
his hands are ***** now, and the midnight sky twinkles dissent.

it's plain though,yes its plain,it's plain it's plain...

Digging' up your own brother for a watch and a suit that might not even fit you.. and what else.. a couple of rings.......  good luck to you.


© 2013

Follow me into the sea
Of uncharted waters and disheartened dreams
Where the waves wash away your troubles
And nothing is what it seems.

Climb onto the boat.
Step away from the land.
Where life only drags you down,
And your underwear gets filled with sand.

Leave the past behind you,
Sail away with me,
Don't think about your past life,
Think only of what you wish to be.

The future is ahead of you,
Don't fill yourself with doubt,
The ocean will be our new home,
You will smile never pout.

All we need is the stars to guide us
When the dark comes rushing in.
We will follow them 'til morning.
Let the new day begin.

The waves will be our companions,
The dolphins are new best friends.
Let the breeze gently kiss our faces.
Let this journey never end.

Shrieking, all-in, nothingheldback laughter
Beats up against my skull,
Thudding, thudding.
Is this happiness observed?
Pools of wrinkles gather underneath
Squinted eyes,
Little silk kimonos crumpled at the foot of a bed.
Laugh lines fold and expand,
As if they are their own organisms,
Breathing in and out with the rhythm of life.

Somewhere else, there is crying,
***** feet and bruises the color of wilted pansies.
Undisturbed, they vibrate to a different frequency,
An isolated rhythm.
A symphony of cornflower and charcoal,
They dance about in a sad song of neglect.
Far away from the loud, booming laughter.

Oh, sunken eyes and sullen brows,
How have you not yet changed the world?
Thunder your despair,
Push up against the merriness and chrisanthimum bliss.

Youth has lost it's sweet seduction,
Yellow lemon heads have grown hard and sticky,
No longer resting upon our eager tongues,
But instead gathering lint in forgotten pockets.
Dreams of astronauts and ballerinas
Only exist in dated children's books
And hospital emergency rooms.
There isn't room for foolishness anymore,
Not here. Not now.
Childhood has shrunken into a tiny ball
That would fit perfectly into the hands
Of anyone brave enough to grasp it.
Yet, instead it has rolled off into a corner somewhere,
Out of the reach of subway tickets and smart phones and deli sandwiches and fake leather boots.
Sitting there, stagnant and unnoticed, it festers in the disregarded possibility that is life.
We all grow up and forget this,
We fall into the routine of tooth paste and parking meters and 160 character love notes,
We forget about the astronaut and the ballerina and the president who all once lived inside us,
We shut them away in our minds and starve them,
Only giving in to their innocent requests in the dark of the night,
Where time and responsibility dance hand in hand in blissful oblivion.
Ashes, ashes we all fall down.

Almost everyday I feel like crying.
At first my emotions are under control
Then in the blink of an eye despair sinks in.
My chest feels tight, my heart aches.
I feel like at any moment I'll break down,
Allow the tears to pour freely from my eyes.
But I don't, I keep it in.
I do not give myself the satisfaction,
Of the body trembling
Earth shattering
Cry that I yearn for.
I take a deep breath
To ease the tightness of my chest,
And hope that I make it through another day
With out giving in to my weakness.

I can't make you want me.
I can't make you care,
About my feelings or emotions,
You left my heart bare.
I cry over you,
Although I know it wont faze you.

Tears fall from my eyes,
As I try to forget you.
It hurts to be unwanted,
Left to the side,
Forgotten about in the blink of an eye.
I feel so insignificant,
So incredibly small,
Knowing that I meant nothing at all.

But I can't make you want me.
I know you don't care.
As much as I want you,
You'll never be there.