Off I go on a road trip to nowhere
I won't send postcards to people who won't care
My best friend's gonna be a wise-*** brown bear
Yeah, I'm racing down a melting path to nowhere

How'd you know my head has space for rent?
Is it that obvious I walk around vacant?
Were you looking for one hemisphere or two?
Cuz you if you intend to take both, not sure what I'd do
I didn't ask for your inquiry
but do yourself a favor
This place is a dump
and you won't like your neighbor

But I don't feel happy
And I don't have any hope
I can't find inspiration
Instead I just mope
I won't allow in a spirit
Long ago sold my soul
My ears just won't hear it
My brain's gate is closed
I've been 12 and 100 since the day I was born
Too young to appreciate breath
And too old to mourn
I want to run away
I need some new air
But wherever I go
I'm already there

I can't cure each word
Soak them in sorted light
Wait patiently for them to take flight
Some burst out too soon
Like runaway balloons
Those are the best words to write

It's true I don't believe in God
Can't say I ever did
It's something that I never questioned, even as a kid
But Santa Claus, now he is real
or at least he used to be
I don't miss God, but I miss the guy who left presents under the tree

Not only do scars remind me of what I've done
They also remind me of what I've become
With age came the wisdom to put the knives down
At least while I'm drunk and running around
Nowadays my scars collect on the inside
Solid tissue grows where my heart once thrived
The doctors are shocked I'm still alive
Quite frankly so am I

It seems most poets are inspired by nature
I'm mostly inspired by the nature of me
It is commonly sadness and anger
that fuel my poetry

I'm so hungry
I'm so high
Eyes are blurry
I know why
Should I worry
Or deny
That we just hurry
Till we die

Velcro does not work
Scotch tape doesn't either
I've drowned my sorrows
in ashes and ether
In life people come and go
at their leisure
Ask how you are, hope you're well
They mean neither

Not sure if you're hungry, but
here's every word you just said

I will spoon-feed you each profanity as you lay in your bed

Let them set your bloodstream ablaze and go straight to your head

You can eat my words too because I'm overfed

Salmon swim upstream
Instinct drives them to create
Knowing death awaits

So we find ourselves here again
Lost for words and looking in
Never quite knowing our place
Not recognizing our own face

I see the razor on the glass
I don't even have to ask
Do you think that it will numb the pain
Or maybe somewhat ease the strain

They placed the apple on your head
Sure their aim had seen better days
Yeah we'll be happy once we're dead
But still it could take years...

Is this where we thought we'd be?
Hating you and loathing me
I see the needle on the floor
I don't question anymore

I wish I could have known my fate
Way before it was too late
Not sure I'd done a thing to change
Seems our lives were pre-arranged

They placed the apple on your head
Sure their aim had seen better days
They'll make us famous once we're dead
But still it could take years...

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I've never hated somebody
I love so much.
I've never loved somebody
I hate so much
That's you

God you're a dolt
You just blather on about stuff you know nothing about
Think you're the boss, when you're really a tool
Convinced you're a genius, but the world knows you're a fool
You preach from the sewers and think you're supreme
But you're truly just a narcissist who's insecure and mean
So happy you're gone
Hopefully we're not as dumb as before
Cuz I'm pretty certain we'll be seeing you in 2024

Purple skies  
Crystal earth
This place smells like fresh dug dirt
A shallow pond stuck to dead oak leaves
Tracks that lead to deer ****
Muddy prints from a beat up bear
A nut hatch pirouettes on air
Rotting trunks offer homes to beetles
Who'll dine on entrails served with needles
A human footprint deep in the snow
They wear size 10 and are missing a toe
And where'd their other foot happen to go
The forest never tells

Cranberries leaves and walnuts all mixed together
With a crumbly cheese that tastes like leather
Here's a tin can
Maybe that will taste better
The way you jump on that roof
Makes you seem almost aloof
I'd trade places with you, I say
But it's my 40th birthday
Maybe tomorrow...

He wanted to be accepted
By those he had rejected
Thought the poppers would feel blessed
If allowed just one day of rest
Thought they'd savor the King's scraps
Even if it meant scrounging around like rats
Thought they'd never dare complain
For even one day of his reign
Wasn't the King surprised
To see the commoners got wise
They stormed the castle through
And found him hiding in a shoe
Everyone laughed, what a tiny little thing!
Who knew you'd have to be a mouse to be bigger than the King