Barely money to pay the rent
grocery money's spent
no car, holes in my shoes
***** socks, single cigarette blues
and my only request
my only desire
is for a ******* stereo to set my ears on fire
An admitted "noise-aholic"
an open "quiet-aphobic"
I want to tear my neighbors peace to shreads
and clear the chaos in my head
let me be beaten black and blue
by those brutally angelic tunes
Please,
let me blot out all existence
let me shout out my penance
under that blanket of deafening lyrics
Please,
let me blot out the world with music

Fall to your knees
Let me overtake you
The feeling grows
The bitterness flows
Let it overtake you

You don't bring me peace
I'll find it on my own
You're out of luck
Out of time
I grow weary of this
I'm out of patience
You're out of time
Let me overtake you

Astral body, a different plane
It doesn't matter, you'll remember my pain
Scream, ****** and broken, and nobody will care
A taste of your own medicine is what you deserve

I will overtake you
I will learn to break you
A god no longer
Not-so-heavenly father
Trapped in your shell
You will know my hell
A scar to remember me by
A line drawn between your eyes
With my knife

You will never forget this
We will break you
Let the masses
Overtake you
So help me
Amen

The child fell in mid-July
When he held three rings
Rippling out from his bones.
His knew smiled a toothless
grin that dropped guts & goo
While the child screamed
Hoping that mother would set
Down her dishes and break
In half her paint brush. He hoped
That mother would stitch him back
Together. A scarecrow wears a costume
Of a strong superhero three months
Later with the help of rubber bands
And metal barbs.
The child fell in mid-July &
Left a scar but not a bruise.

Well, not we
But you alone delayed
Those blurry red lines
That poured from
An officers light.

He pulled you from the grave
In the way
You pulled those stones
From the ground,
Pillbugs and all,
To call them boys
And count their fingertips.

Each had ten
While you had twelve
After the crash.
The car wrapped around the sharpest
Pole you could reach
(The car wrapped around,
Twisted like a cobra,
With poisonous barbs ready at will)
and spit you out towards the top.

You slowly slid down
Peg by peg, full with splinters,
Then the officer came
And let down his hair
To weave into yours.

After we went camping
The forest swallowed you whole
And the belly of the world
Was swollen with guilt.

After we went exploring
You swallowed your tongue
And your belly was swollen
With rage and your
******* with milk and metal.

It was the wild
(About which you had forgotten)
Which drove you to madness
And
It was the madness
That drove you to
Crash the car
Once before

And though I hope otherwise
We fear it will drive you
To crash again.

Well, not we
But I still fear for you.

Lost in the scansion of a cool iron box
I struggle for air from the confines of metal that blocks all fresh of life from the cage
Bound in gagged suffocated reflexes
I utter muffled screams of my nights spent in lost days

Held in suspended motion, mid-flight to a descent
I train myself, my senses already know what comes next
meanwhile the art of stillness, in vivid stasis I contemplate.

Metal work rises higher than the cold air from your mouth,
The cold falls on the streets, faster than the birds flying south.
My hand in yours and we walk a few blocks,
Sounds of the city fill our ears:
Gunshots at earshot, screams louder and whispers hot,
I wrap this ratty coat around your nape, wiping away your fears.

The color is grey and the sky mirrors the hue,
The clouds cover sun and the cover brings shade,
This shade covers people, hasty and grimy they are,
Colored by the neon and the night with no star.

‘These thoughts make me angry,’ I say,
You turn your head.
You know the thoughts I think, you nod and reply,
‘I think about them everyday,’
I stop, gently holding your gaze and sigh,

‘I loved this city, and now I love you,
I loved these streets, and these buildings too,’
I turn grave for a moment, ‘It’s sad but true,
The crashes are many and the trees too few,’
So you look at me and say, ‘Alright, what should we do?’

I stand there awhile while the people walk by,
They push, grunt and sneer; no care from the passerby,
I don’t have to think but I try and pretend,
The answer is so clear; this is the end.

‘Let’s leave this place,” I say,
“Okay. Let’s.”