Narroweyesfeeblemindsthanks,butI'dpreferto beachildleftbehindcrosshairsblankstaresoutofsyncandtimeandmindand­lineconcernedreturnediwishthewindwouldtrytochime.

you meet with success
while I meet myself
halfway
I drain myself for you
because you're always drained
halfway
this turn of events
born of a turned phrase
has got me thinking of better days

Ive felt the touch
Ive ridden the rides
Ill be the sand
You be the tide
well get together
Only to sigh
Lets just pretend
we're not dead inside

She wonders why she's well traveled
As she takes the most obvious roads
Peeling my skin off never felt so good.
Quiet chuckles turn to cackles,
Eyes turn to holes
Peeling of my skin never felt so good.
I keep a firm grip on my jealousy
While she grips greasy hands
Peeling my skin off never felt so good.
She'll take her clothes off later
But she'll never lay bare
Peeling my skin off never felt so good.

Limp, lingering, low
it hangs overhead
like a nagging grammatical error
It hangs overheard
like the sagging breast i never looked for/


we chomped at the bit til our teeth fell out
but i never liked food much anyhow
well hung, but only on semantics
rusty, rotten, ridgid, romantic
Its starting again because lord only knows
I can hold a grudge so much better than a pose

seven years
seven itches
riches to rags
rags to riches
a bursted bubble
bursts no more
a Jackson *******
on the floor

there is a certain brand of peace
I believe can only be found
in the absence of people
and things and sound
but in the land of the loud
this sort of talk breeds distrust
they've forgotten that our father
was a pile of dust