just enough steam
or even gasoline

just enough words
just enough love.

Put the pen to paper,
It’s the only way I know,
To drag the darkness
From my soul
And light it up
For the world to see
Its ugly majesty.

For when it dwells too long inside
I burrow deep into the sands
Of history
I lose my breath deep underground,
Forgetting how to reach out.
Forgetting what it is to see the sun.
Forgetting what it is to be me.

So we open the veins of shadows,
Draw out the poison of my disease
And try to find the way
Back to the sky.
My underground war,
With cordite in the darkness,
Has to end at dawn.

The battle today
May have been lost,
In none of the ways that count,
But it hurts the same.
I know I am healing,
Bit by bit,
And day by bitter day,
But for tonight
I’ll bleed onto the page,
And write my pain away.

I dreamed that I died last night,
not just once but twice.
What the hell is that all about?

We don't control our own lives,
we pretend we do, but that is
merely a wishful self-deception.
Even human life happens not
unlike our riding a rollercoaster.
we are merely up and down
passengers with no control, on
board for the duration, at the
Whims of Fate, and recent
good maintenance of all the
equipment.

The feeling
You don't generally feel
The nature of connection
That gets pushed
To the keel
Them that you couldn't
Talk about
That love is the greatest
With that there's
No doubt.

Somebody's
Rotating my *****
Somebody's
Licking my bell.