so is my front porch for your burnt cigarettes,
remnants of sunday nights and heart to hearts
and moments of desperate uncertainty. every
inhale brings another reason to react, to question
and comment and bicker and fester in all the lost
insecurities that you ponder. when tomorrow comes,
and next week, you will still be smoking the royals
in my car, the turks invading your lungs in some fiery
defiance of reality. i will continue bearing the teas
and the coffees and the insensitivities that crush us
continually, and then build it all up again so i can promise
you that it will all be alright. because in the end,
nothing is the same and nothing is real. while everything
is expanding and disappearing into the distant horizon
of spacial expectations, we are building walls to capture
everything we hope to be, to touch the remaining fragments
of what we strive to never become.

Let me grab your hand,
rough from long days,

Feel your heart beat slow,
as your stress begins to flow..
away and away it will go
as we venture into nowhere
into everywhere...
Where we can rest easy
and be free
from the ****** insensitivities of society
and forced compression of our precious time...
Of these stupid expectations
and plastic things we once thought were ideals...

Take a breath from this pleasantly lurid fantasy,
and come away with me.

Oh, unknown chimera
you've ingrown
into my soul
like an inside out follicle
and you've got me burnin
like the Sahara sans aloe vera.

In vino veritas, in aquas sanitas.
And you know how much water there is to go around in the Sahara, so let's drink this fine wine
at least this time, and
let's find the rhyme that
shifts the paradigm.

Lovers do tell,
what's your bother,
whose your very own belle?
It seems you've turned over your shell and are moreover well-done than a sundried brick after church on sunny Sunday.  

And you haven't even
given it a tried and true lick.
Cigarette smoke, ash, and flick.
You only dribbled a little spit, ****, I see. Your dumb tongue stung was my B? Sorry. I guess you won't bother to taste the salt.

Drib drab, drib drab
rub it in my peeling scabs.
Oh my dank dab lung shank,
that's simply ab-fab. Really, at the same time it's everyone's fault and no one's at all. Brick wall fall and

I can't even remember what happened, but I can still remember how it felt...

Well, a nice solid wind and my ******* sails flew. Gotta loosen my belt if I'm gonna gobble up all of your insensitivities.

You can apologize more than a slimy politician, but even a marsh of muculent mucus could make me feel better than you did.

Throw out the key.
I'll leave my door locked, but you're a steel toe boot in the door with eyes sewn shut and I'm a stepped on tail with a high pitch yelp.

Oh my god, I'm so sorry!! Pet. Pet. Pet.

Leave me alone.

A constant need
for the likes, the followers
the hundreds of friends, all claiming to care
a sense of unity, of togetherness
maybe you'll find your soulmate,
maybe you'll find a best friend
a place of false advertising,
distorted body image,
and fake smiles
a place of late night chats, forbidden love,
of stalkers and bullies and insensitivities
like a drug, consuming your mind
filling your days, filling your nights
putting a filter on the world,
but life’s not so black and white
those behind the screen
just need a place to be heard, to be seen
their constant urge to belong, to be loved
like an addiction,
an addiction called social media

God ...Oh my self how I want to break free
sealed up by brackish mortar healed by valid yet flagrant insensitivities
gloaming fronts assailed eyes turned for the morning into rot and clandestine of it
hallow holds on my halcyons hues of melonic powers hasten to the relevance of unending mishaps
in justice yet colliding with friends the glass covered hope shatters and I am named miscreant
what does day and night with procurement mean
for in reality the thoughts lead to desolation and all deliverance is burned to be named appropriate
and codex of the brand or code of arms of the clean
What little of efforts dissuade all these meanings can only truly be virtue depleting
the hold on virtuous rationality and logic I once knew
facing tomorrow sessions and seasons in tow