on strange days I wish I smoked cigarettes
I feel particularly weird on strange days
like my skin wants to vacation
on strange days I take the music box out of my pocket
then play it for my nostalgic neighborhood children
as they run through summer time sprinklers
feasting on cheeseburgers and french fries
humming to the key of my music box
drugged by this warm summer afternoon
on strange days I stare at blank sheets of paper and empty ashtrays
morning knocks on my window telling me it's time for bed
time for bed I say on this particularly strange day

holding hands
we walk down an empty dirt road
I notice your pale green eyes staring back at me
we stop to shoot the breeze with the blue jays
who built their nests out of broken children toys
I laughed about how the jack-in-the-boxes have twisted smiles
we walk until the road curved into a street
with your eyes closed
I kissed your cheek
you blushed and laughed and teased my lips
we walked down to the creek
you found a flat purple stone shimmering in the sun
you skipped it along the calm blue water
I caught a fish
but he was too big for me to carry
I let him go
he said *thank you

I held my hand up towards the wind
the birds danced around each finger tip
singing their songs
like tears and shivers
it crumbles all around me
my heart turns gray
lingered on your beautiful music
I was the thundercloud
drifting through rain
feeding myself by the handfuls
I was at the corner of you
standing in the middle
when the world came to a stop
I screamed out to you
wishing you would say anything to me

you came slithering in my room
dressed in mysterious shapes

finding dark corners to play in
whispering magical thoughts of illusion

you shake the soft spot of my foundation

I fallowed you down by the lake
where you show me that the water is really green

you caught an odd colored fish
and ripped the meat from its bones

you showed me it was nothing but the skeleton of my dead grandma
lost upon my last fading memory

in the woods we found messages carved into trees

they have been blackened by the souls of dead lovers
hard to read
we try to decode their passion

what destruction lies behind beauty's door?
so mysterious that they were forgotten before ever written

we walked upon these empty roads for days
losing all signs of amity

you stopped where the hills ended and said:
love is a perilous journey of all sun and no rain
when rainbows are destruction to sad faces
how can I ever find happiness?

she kissed my lips then said:
my kisses are like land mines

tick, tick, tick, your heart stops.

my shaking bones fell to the floor
as I watched her vanish into the thick mist

I came upon a bare oak tree
still chard from its last message
I chipped away the ashes and carved
*happiness is only the beginning

a man walked up to me the other night on the bus
he came up to me and said "love is a triangle."
we may dance in circles
but we fit like triangles
and we see through rectangles
ever watching through are built in TV's called eyes
and these eyes have seen many things
but never before have they seen a thing like girls
and they may look through rectangles
but they see diamonds
forever wanting what they never got
always dreaming of something better
but I know my eyes
they look through arrows
forever trying to fine true love
but this man standing in front of me saying
love is a triangle
and as humans we are half's
half's without wholes
and as we try to lines the pieces up just right
he tells me
humans are half's but two half's don't make a triangle
what makes a triangle?
as I walked upon these broken streets
I think of a girl sleeping soundly in her bed
tossing and turning to the rhythm of nightmares
I stand gazing into the darkness
past the trees and stars
with my eyes shut tight
I feel as if I walk a fine line between death and insanity
is everyday just one step closer to death?
with my road twisting with mistakes
like she twists in and out of books
looking for answer to her unwritten question
not knowing weather her life curves unto the sea
or drown's in the wake of the ocean
and me just a man watching body's float down a stream
seeing the water before me
only seeing what they tolled me to see
what they told me water was before I ever had a mind
like my father before me and his father and his
so, is it all just a lie?
is water really water?
what is pain?
and why dose it hurt?
is the sky really blue?
what makes blue, blue, anyway?

Love has marked the scars i've born
And from this light that we are torn
Shields a love that can't be found
As ashes lightly touch the ground

Angles sing in fields of glory
Close the book and **** the story
Like ***** fingers across my face
She is the thing I can't misplace

I squander this ability
To shape my own stability
Conscious of my fleeting time here
Only to tell you one thing my dear

Love is wasted on the youth
I only want you to know the truth
When your revelation has been found
You will fined me under the ground

a cloud of smoke fills the air in a patio filled with laughter
friends circle round as we being to **** the dark green grass
fire rise up as he inhales the smoke from the long glass stem
he holds it in until his lungs collapse
then spews it from his mouth like a dragon breathing fire

a long pause fills the air until his lips form a grin
and we knew that his experience would being
he screams out laughter like a hyena breathing nitrous oxide
his eyes shift back and forth as he barley holds himself
he stops with total control
**** he says

I could feel all eyes staring me down as I look down at this magic bottle
a bottle that will send me past reality
that will push the envelope of my mind's customary perception
and show me things that I couldn't even dream of
far past my imagination
I inhale

my vision shook
and my fingers twisted
I began to sink into chair that I sat in
I could feel waves
waves coursing thought my entire body
and I felt jiggly like jello

I burst into the sky
flying through the inner tubes that hung their motionlessly
I felt the scratches of rubber
and still heard the laughter of children
but they were no where to be found

some how I ended up in my chair
still sitting there
with a river of drool hanging from my gaping jaw

the sky began to sway back and forth
like waves in the ocean
I reached for the sky saying I want to swim in the ocean
the harder I tried the more it pulled me away
until the ocean disappeared
and I was left sitting there
next to my friend saying

*pass me the pipe