Body so limp and weak
Lying and crying barely able to speak
Warm liquid running down
Lips permanently worn in a frown
Salty water running down my face
Quiet sobs fill the air in a quickend pace
Always afraid and alone
No ones around to call my own
Writing all of my last goodbye's
Tonight's the night I'll finally die

Lunatic Fringe

I trip the light facetious
in purple suede with fringe
to mortify conservative elite
were I more ambitious,
this skit would be a binge,
and my vengeance all the more complete

Morpheus Magic

Membrane pulses, nearly parting,
naked thoughts assail its wall
twixt sleep and dream a portal opens
into chaos all shall fall

twisting neurons, helter skelter,
memories that never were
time itself is topsy turvy
and the cosmos is a blur

IT WAS IN YOUR EYES
LAST NIGHT I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU
I CAN NOT DENY IT BUT YES
YOU MAKE ME HAPPY

A DAY GOES BY AND I ASK WHERE ARE YOU
A ROCK OF A SOFT SPOT IS WHAT YOU ARE
YOU ARE THE AWESOME WEATHER EVERYONE LOVES
WHAT DO YOU TO BE IN ME?
FRIENDSHIP HAS A BOND BUT NOT LIKE THIS
THE FEELING YOU GIVE ME IS PLEASURE
INSIDE YOU BREAK ME UP

IF ONLY I COULD SEE THE FUTURE
I WOULD OPEN IT AND PUT YOU IN IT
YOU ARE A PLACE BEYOND WONDERLAND
I CALL BY A NAME

Ahab 2014

Mental archipelagoes protect my disbelief
pristine island fortresses of mind
surrounded by odd currents where dark creatures prowl a reef
that is the one and only of its kind

blasphemous iniquities have driven me insane
and fabricated lies I can’t control
delivered by euphoric mutants as a mad refrain
that echos through the canyons of my soul

Honey Spill

(for Susan Lynn O.)

It only seems a dark lottery is fixed
Your numbers were a Helios calculus

beyond doubt. Your eyes filaments,
honeycomb butterflies pinned on a record

needle. Your night music got louder,
the beat jaundiced. Our suburban

noir morphed towards it’s assured end,
but don’t we all? No. Not like this. A ballet

of bonding shadow on white picket
points, we float! Two Rorschach blots

inside a canvas tear. Let the liquor have
its spirit. It only seems a dark lottery is fixed.

I sat ever so silently,
Not a whisper escaping my soul.
What's true-
Might not always be reality,
Nothing is ever built whole.
I watched the birds fly,
All across the deep azure-
Of the sky,
Circling in depth of my eyes-
And then I realized,
I was staring at an ocean.

She sat inside her ice-cream life
and guessed the number of
bingo markers it might take
to win the jackpot.
Sometimes she questioned why
so many people drove her
crazy. Insulted her.
She divided her friends and lovers
into good and bad directions.

It was raining outside when
she began to cook the supper.
The stove was hot she was cold.
She was always cold in her house,
in her ice vein kitchen with
the pretty white lace curtains
and the yellow-green walls.

Sometimes it feels-
All I do,
Is paint over the scars.
In silence I conceal,
What's real,
And who we are.
So, Here's to the wounds-
That won't heal,
As I steal-
Words that'll be my last.
From the grave of my dreams,
That I've seen-
Behind an ashen'd mask.
Walking through the walls,
Entrapped in my own-
As age burns my all,
With a shadow that time casts.
Gone by morrow,
Lest it all turns to dust-
Yesterdays meld in a heart.

wit
...
.......
is d shit
that won't fit
in yr everyday coffin

>coughing sound

hey this one's still alive
...
thrive
i
dare
u