He lived inside of his head
hiding behind music
politics and ****
It was a long lonely life
It was short really

She saw him sitting on a porch drunk
babbling about rock shows
trucks
and trailers and she forgot about
everyone else inside
and they talked for hours
...and they talked for hours....

They fell in lust and in love
and she bought a dump
and married him
They loved each other
but they didn't know why
they just didn't know why...

They sold the money pit
moved
and he changed jobs a couple times
but she was a career woman
and he was jumping jack on fire
and he couldn't sit still
He couldn't even sit still...

There were strangers in their house
It was scary and dark
He covered up for a long cold winter
and drowned himself in ales and stouts
and they stopped talking
they just stopped talking...

But the internet found him
and he found him too
then he found another drink for courage
and spilled his guts all over the floor
She pretended to clean them up
but she swept them under the rug
For six months she swept them under a rug...

Elephants and fermenting guts don't keep well
She pulled the rug up and danced all over him
riding the elephant
China closet catastrophe
So he moved out and she changed the locks
They signed a bunch of useless, expensive paper
Useless, expensive ******* paper...

He crumpled up ten years of marriage
She ignores his texts
They speak electronically
but the electricity is long gone
Not a spark left in the igniter
Just a long cold winter
Just another
long
cold
winter

It's grey outside
and I'm looking for something warm
but all I find is snow covered metal benches
The blood on the top makes me think of cherry slushies

Bare branches break
in a driving wind that relentlessly
pushes me
and my face is a cold stone slab of nothingness
staring out of a dark void
filled to the rim with emptiness

Eyes
so dry
they ain't seen a tear in a month or two
but I'm like Conan as I walk in circles
pushing this stone wheel somebody called life
I get stronger and stronger
til I am the mountain before my mind
and bigger than anything anyone else has ever climbed

I crack a tooth-filled grin
and swing the bat again
cuz even Casey connect wood to ball
every once in a while

But it's so grey and black inside me
I'll find some place to run and hide me
just til this wind dies down a little bit
not a lot
just a little
...****

Welcome to Facebook, friends!
Table or booth?
If you'd like, you can belly up to the bar
and drink til your drunk
There's nobody here to cut you off
when you've had too much

Today's specials include
****** politics
out and out lies
misquoted so called experts
one sided arguments
ever-growing divisiveness
and unnecessarily spilled guts
with cat videos for dessert

Shall I start you off with
today's appetizer special?
We have fried butthurtedness
with a special guilt dip.
think about it, and I'll be back

We're ready to order sir.
We'll have the all you can eat buffet.
Keep the plates coming thanks!

The devil is in your hands
Nickel cadmium to lithium ion
Twenty volts in a flat screen
Charge faster than a kid scream

**** the corn man
Pass the ****!
Live cam news feed
Fox kills the little sheep
while all of tv land
finger ***** little bo peep!

But it's her fault right?
She wanted that money
so her glitz was wide open to glam
Big fats old gold fingers
tantalize the youth with fame
Fantasize
Materialise
Realize the drugs
push past their big dumb
Cattle eyes
and turn a pack of wolves
into a flock of little sheep
All stuck in a little glowing six by six box
Hollywood
D.C.
Different cities
same fox!

Eyes on a screen
and fingers on a keyboard
Mouth in an ear
not necessarily yours

It was just a dream
Some sort of nightmare
that an author imagined
but eyes still stare

Hair standing pricked on goose flesh
but no one is around
Is it paranoia
that has us feeling bound?

A screen and some wires
Someone smoking cigarettes
with a cold cup of coffee
Sharp toes on a web with waiting spinerettes

Always watching keystrokes
with a peculiar curiosity for one's words
Chosen with wild whimsy
but dilegently documented as a personally penned funeral durge

There's no such thing as thin air anymore
No vacuum sending sentences to an empty space
Our words will surely haunt us forever
and everyone of us an operator in cyberspace

Three dogs and another one on her way
Two kids and a house and in-laws
Two brothers and their kids too

I'm the bomb
I'm the grenade
I'm the explosion
leaving nothing but death and destruction behind me

I sit in my sack cloth and ashes
with shards of a heart
still smoldering
Pathetic pity party over stayed its welcome.

Grief is a funny thing,
but nothing to laugh at really
Just something to trudge through
with muddied boots

Doing my best
not to drown anyone else
in my wake
I was the destroyer this time
Next time, someone else
can operate the detonator,
Because I'm done with it.
Next adventure!

Somebody show me how to walk again,
Because I've fallen
and I can't keep from stumbling
Fumbling the ball
and mumbling to no one at all
alone in my car going nowhere

It's a shame I'm in such a shambles
Feel like an ant under a microscope
Crispy critter drowning in my own
molten pile of ******* with a sippy cup
full of broken promises and let downs
It's too late for me now
There's no quarters for clowns
only smiles turned upside down

Would somebody please stop this bus?
I think I want to get off now, ******!