The blood of dinosaurs
pump through the soil
serving as cold platter
for the lit Norwegian cigarette  

The war of music pump paragraphs of hope
through the ear of youths
burning lips in pursuit of happiness.

In search of naked pictures of God in our mirrors,
the internet spent our laws and threw our only hallelujah out the sea—
and Arachne smiled, knowing she’s now the Womb—
and all men come in the belly of eternity in order to be.

I hate airplanes.
I hate them
More than
Anything
I've ever hated.

Except the flight
From Dulles
To Ft. Lauderdale.
I like that.

Especially at night
When it feels like
Stars
Can be caught with
A thin fishing line
Twenty feet away

And eventually you
Go off the mainland
And can't tell where
The water starts
Or
The stars stop.

Then you see a
Sudden line of lights below
And beyond that
An infinity of bright bursts
Of lights
And lamps.

All darkness,
Then suddenly
Light.

I really hate planes.

But not the flight
From Dulles
To Ft. Lauderdale
At night.
I love that.

Did you fade away only to be replaced by morning dew
The night we shared and cradled done and gone
For I spent a fair part of the morn searching for you
Only to find half of us moved on

Wooden floors littered with sun and clothes upon the floor
Disheveled sheets mark where you used to lay
Heaven came with the night and then walked out my door
To never be seen in the light of day

Since we parted Ive been a mess..
No one else can see it except myself..
They all hate you...
For some reason i don't mind you...
I had tried everything to forget you
I eventually just gave up
Its like you put yourself there purposely for me to never forget..
I don't know why things happened this way
We never had bad problems till that last day..
The last day we were together you broke everything..
My trust in you, hope for us, happiness for us, and my heart..
If you cared in the first place you wouldn't have done that..
Yet you still try to talk as if none of it ever happened..
I don't know how you can do that..
You stopped all the drugs you were doing back in those days..
Sometimes i think of how happy we used to be...
I wish we still had that little sparkle in our eyes
The look of excitement every time we would see each other ..
I will be seeing you shortly for the first time in about 5 months..
We will see where that leads..
Everyone's telling me don't meet up with you
Truth is...i want to be in your arms again...
I would feel no fear with you
You are trying to prove yourself to me
I am willing to accept you back in my life again
There is no love stronger than our forbidden love...

Chasing the hands
While they run away,
Tireless
The musings of every day,
Their charm wears off of me,
I noticed those cracks really late,
The cracks in my house
Showing signs of weathering,
The cracks in my behaviour.

i'm sorry if i was never subtle enough
          in letting you know you
       you don't cross my mind anymore.
     you're stuck on one side,
       and i've moved up the other,
     never looking back to see if you saw.

the road stretches on, and you've got a choice:
either you sit on the side you're on, waiting,
or move on down, with the occasional thumb
stuck for the traffic to see you're going
the way they're headed.  it's nice to get a ride.

There's carollers outside my door
With the dreaded Christmas curse
They sing and sing and sing and sing
But, they only sing ONE verse

They ring the bell beforehand
All stand back and start to sing
I'm gonna do some rewire work
So my doorbell does not ring

They're from the church
They're from the school
They can not sing in tune
I can not wait for Boxing Day
I hope it gets here soon

They sing for cans of goodies
They open up their souls
I just wish they'd learn the whole **** song
Or they'd just all shut their holes

They come out every evening
They come out every day
I bet they've never heard a jingle bell
Or even ridden in a sleigh

Now, I like Christmas Choirs
It's not that I'm a Grinch
But, learn the words before you sing
It really is a cinch

It's a partridge in a pear tree
Not a bird stuck in a bush
These two cent hacks are able
To turn the nicest songs to moosh

Just knock and stand back silent
For three minutes, silent stay
Then I'll give you all ten dollars
So you will all just go away