In bed while you and your little minx snuggle smoosh and snore.
Im usally  ******* outta my mind.
So why not reach for the phone  cause  im tired of a same old
conversation with the floor.

One ring, two rings, four.
Bet she's off  *******  some lucky *******.
Who's this 3423  wait wrong number i knew
my angel wasnt just some cheap *****.

The rooms  running in circles course maybe thats just me.
Hey wonder what tommys up to.
Dude what you so ****** about?
It's  not my fault after you dated my
sister you can light a forrest fire with your ***.

Another shot of Jack okay maybe ten.
And much like like grandpa on ****** .
My ***** thoughts mentally aroused again.

On a quest i called  Rebecca ,Taylor,Mickey,Minnie and
some drag queen named  Tina , or Sue
Baby many  hangovers will probaly not recall my journey
drunk dialing my way back to you.

Spin the  the bottle with next door neighbors  dog.
Watching youtube  such high class watching a monkey
***** a frog.

Alvin and the chipmunks  sure dont sing as good
in *** of boiling water.
Sure was awkward  asking my cousin is it okay
if I date your daughter.

911 i have a emergency im gonna run outta beer  and the VCR
ate my ****.
Help honey im lost  and i feel ive been ***** by Justin Bieber  and
the other children of the corn.

Officer   it's kinda strange to ask for number  he just blew.
Honey  i got fleas and i think  something worse than Bieber fever
I hope this is love for im drunk dialing my way back to you.

Hello who's this  um if you dont know  I'll give ya a guess.
Im the G but not the spot.
But they say after a few drinks and some minor head trauma
im really hot.

Hey Skeeter  if your in bed then who the **** am I callin?
Jesus  , Charlie  Chaplin , Mr Ed,  And that  loveable Stalin.
looks like Ive had to many crystal **** rice crispi treats.
Yeah I know   I should have my own show  on the food channle.
For  all the plump *******  showing them really healthy eats.

Sugar **** my quest   was much like *** with a  normal person
yeah no whips, chains, police chase's   or  romantic music by 2 live crew.
Yes sugar it's no wonder you didnt answer the phone.
Btw I puked under the bed  dont worry it was the neighbors
All while drunk dialing my way back to you.

12:30 AM.
I am a ghost drifting through the midnight-quiet,
haunting flower beds and grasses
Undisturbed in their slumber. My body floats
Through my neighborhood, stealing the
Secrets of the dark.

1 AM.
Ghoulish eyes peer out from Mrs. Butler’s bushes and
Become miniature 3-eyed deer with antlers sharpened to
Daggers. They roam about her dewy lawn,
Feasting on worms and blinking,
Slowly, one eye at a time.

3:30 AM
Arrives, and they return to their hideaway home,
Disappearing with one final b l i n k
Into the rhododendrons.

5 AM.
I never knew that morning tasted like
Strawberries and honeysuckle and smelled
Like freshly-cut-grass-mixed-with-bonfire-smoke.
My Tongue is heavy with its sickly-sharp odor
And my ears buzz from the tangy sweetness.

7 AM.
Corporeal reality coats my body, connecting my mind
to my soul, my
Soles to the soil and I am incarnate, whole,
A body amid the sunlit specters surrounding me.

9 AM.
A mumbo-jumbo grin slides onto my face,
Synthetic in every aspect of the word,
My mouth is cotton-dry as I slink into the bogusness of a weary day.

10 AM.
Crowds of people smoosh together, their words co-mingling
And I crash my bike into strung-together sentences,
Scraping my knees on the voracity of barbed words.

11. “She’s a constant damsel-in-distress, but she doesn’t work in a strip joint!” I step around the shards of her fallen tiara as I climb the ivory-tower’s steps.
12. My wide eyes view futility as a type of texture, and I imagine it feels like sandpaper. My first class feels like sandpaper-futile in this struggle to stay awake.
13. Bicycling to la clase de Español se siente como moviéndose a través de melaza.
Mis pies cansados empujar los pedales pero I can’t escape the quicksand around me.
14. Reading the thoughts of my classmates helps to pass the time, and
I can see clearer through closed-eyelids than open eyes.
15. Red walks among their peers, watching for passing dogs and smiling at them. Red is
Hyperaware of people they knew from past school and recalls names and faces in seconds. Red is
A zombie trudging on shaky legs, lumbering down the bricked path.
16. Murky sunlight streams through tired clouds and blinking is a visceral kind of pain.
17. My poetry stews in my brain, rotting and fermenting until it becomes a fine wine.
18. Trees wish me good luck, waving their branches affirmatively as I pass by. Their comforting
Footsteps warm my soul.
19. Darkness steals the sun’s warmth but I’ve hours more to be awake.
20. I am a ghost floating through this sea of people. I drift through them, haunting their conversations
Haunting my own quiet mind.

The dream of illusion is the searing wrath the mind can impose
Mind, Break me out don't Break me down

The belief of truth is like wind
whoosh..............

The dream of today is like rain
sploosh...............

The thoughts of now are like quick sand
smoosh..............

You know you only breathe to inhale more bubbles of illusions
The bubbles slide down your throat hot and smooth
Then one day will come and your body was covered in foam, and suddenly
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

The stinging sensation of air will hit your body
The truth will hit your mind like a swinging pendallium
Which reality will you float to?

To you to you
what I wants to say to you;
air sea sky blue
clouds fluffy as sleep
with you,
  oh with you

My arms never tire
of you inside them
how do I stand the
separation when you
leave me,
when you leave me,
take yourself out of me

Hug you so close
like playdough to smoosh
my blue into your red
swirling, that is how

I smell you smell me
I didn't know this
could be so true,
this swelling, sighing
death defying love
of ours like bears
Animal, I devour you

In ankle deep icy rivers
I paw you, nuzzle you
shed your skin
lie with you naked
dangerously
I come
with you anywhere
you want to go

Is it only strange i can only laugh when i see your pain.
That your blood on tile stain is a type of beauty to me.
When the blood is drained from your body in the most inhuman way i can say your perfection,
without a detection of life,
see.. no more strife,
you have no more suffering,
so let me end your pain along with your life.
Can i do that favor?
Can i take my hand with saber and sever your head with out a quickness.
I want you to feel this,
i want to see you find peace in your pain as i look in your brain to see what makes you tick
as i look into your eyes and see the life in it that makes me sick enough to retch.
your death will be my blessing to you....
those who gave me the strength to terry through by putting weights on my back and clipping the wings of my soul.
So dont ask for whom the bell tolls, cause the bells toll for you.
Ringing loudly in your ear as i chisel away,
your brain rotted away long before i took it out.
And while your still alive,
ill work quickly to rip your heart out so you can see you had one, but instead of using it for love,
you clipped the wings of a heaven bound dove,
can you even stand your face in the mirror?
just look into the eyes of the one you undone as i take yours out and hold them at eye level,
make you watch as i smoosh them with the shovel.
The irony.
Your going to be so beautiful in time you see..
But im just here waiting to die, cause i have a job to do.
To prove you wrong a time or two.
Because my soul lies with you, it will be forever perfect, with a body forever ugly, but its because of you..
with much love, your strange friend.

Comfort is like candy corn.

The first two kernels are delicious:
a gratifying waxy smoosh between your molars;
the orderly bites of first yellow, then orange, then white.

A handful sickens,
sweet lethargy trickling through your insides.

For years, I have been working
so hard for a kernel or two.
To my surprise, I now have a barrel full.

It turns out that I like the idea of candy corn
more than I like having it.