stupidity, among other things
will leave me blind,
and hopeless like
newborns in the water.

we have nothing to
swim for so
we just sink.

i should just jump
into this ocean.
might finally give
meat to my wolves.

i sit on some rocks and
see a skyline
thats not for me.

none of this is for me
i am for no things.
i am the ether you see,
the gaps between buildings.
the drifter.
the dreamer.
the TKO.

if i die on these rocks
youd remember.
but thats about it.
youll say i was nice
at the party.
maybe stop by
the wake.

youll say that
i could warm the cold.
but i am cold air
its not as strong as you think.

dr. nobody knows everybody.
but nobody knows dr. nobody.
a chest for his secrets
a key for his spine.
he loves magic and crime.
a trick with a victim.

he knows you when you
walk in. he sees motive like
blood through a white shirt.
he is a doctor after all.
dont forget.

don’t dare lie to dr. nobody
he is lossless like time.
words are his muse and his
monument. the angle of
shoes like soup to the sick.
an off hand joke
like a blade on your tongue.

best waste no time,
just be honest to dr. nobody.
he can offer you remedy,
the perfect chain link
to keep the tiger in.

dr. nobody must be flawless,
wrong, he is nobody.
he will boil at below freezing.
he will wash with the tide.

and if you really need
dr. nobody then i pray
you can swim.
he is dead on the rocks.
he is bread on the floor.

i am nothing if
not just my mistakes,
with bones.

i will wear a cheap suit
to your dinner party
and hit on your wife
by accident.

sorry.
im just so tired of pretending
id rather just be.
Confident
Sad.
Arrogant.
Alone.

when you are those things
you just are.
and when you want to be
youre just toxic.

i am green.
with poison and absence
of anything someone would call
normal life experience.  
i cant tell *** from tequila
but i will drink them both
if offered.

i thought i found
heaven on the queensway,
it was really just a cable boy,
who wants to make music.

bodies for my shrapnel
lay limp on the street
like dogs in the summer time.
i will bring my storm to you.
have faith in my punch,
believe it.

but don’t you trust
a survivor.
they wouldnt know
how to leave a city in wake.
they wouldnt know not to
pull the knife out.

i am a hurricane with skin
and i will
rip your house in half
if i have time to catch a glimpse.

you can pack your bags
and flee but
i dont stay gone.
i live on forever,
i dont die easy.
the toll will raise.

it is so still here.
until the planes
fly over heard. they dont
scare me like they did
when i was a boy.

but boy could they
put fear in the heart
of a youngster.
i never thought
id miss cowering
in the basement.

home will
spit me out again,
freshly chewed.
still staring at the buildings
like they might topple right over.

i will make the world love me
if its the last thing i do.
i dont care how
but it will.

i refuse to be the boy
in the basement.
scared of noise.
there is no crown fit
for noise.
it wears victory
like a python around
its neck.

and if noise could
die i would **** the
poison from
noise until it is but
a snake for the garden.
harmless and certainly
nothing
to go cower
in the basement for.

i often wonder
if i die at 27
will people call
me a genius

tortured writer.
whose broken soul
led him to
death with
plenty left behind.

or if i die
at 88 will they
just say i was
dead at 88.

nothing special about
88 just
dead at 88. no intrigue
just dreams i
lived to see fail.

you cant actually
die at 27
you just cant
live it through
to fail.

i will write a
hymn for every
sunrise until i am
blind. but pray i die
at 27. and build my
statue in gold.