3-31-15

All Around All Around

Faces that float and drift and wear.
Going nowhere, with ivory eyes and singing harps.


Is there a pill for the my ailment.
Just make me forget.

Put on your mask, you man of wicker and wax.
Burn unto a candle, burn under nothing.

3-24-15

Concept Album

Your music is evergreen, violet and yellow
piercing rays that shiver and vibrate. Like
dust settling, like ash falling, You've given
me too much.

A crescendo of cascading stars, hurtling
across the sky, bursting through the black,
around rings and gas giants, striking
vivid and abrupt chords,

With music like ferocity and salt,
I wish to die with you. I can feel
it shaking my chest, rearranging
me, breaking my ribs like

levees. My body is a city cleansed,
destroyed, and rebuilt. I am rubble,
I am the remains of something lesser,
years growing shorter, memory growing

longer, I am faint, I am a song,
ending. 

3-16-15

On This Date in History

Twins were conceived out of wedlock.
He cradles her head and runs her hand through
her hair, watching the trees and the wind.

State the facts and smell the stars.
Laugh and smile, laugh and go,
indeed.

3-15-15

Like the Glint of Cold Steel

He smells like the moon, gone and
crisscrossed. With eyes trained upwards
and footsteps grounded in the sky,
he walks amongst the dishonored.

You are a noose around my neck,
cinched and multiplying to the point
of intensity. My words can't justice it,
can't remember the freshest of air.

My least favorite misspelling is noone
no one who says noone can ever be my friend.

There's no reason for it, insanity which probes
along the dark side of life. Like ethereal points
pinpointed and slipped under the covers.

There's too much sugar in this drink.
I'm a moron.
I'm rambling
I'm a song, ending. 

3-10-15

Blisters

Forming on my fingers like little balloons.
The sergeant left his gun on the counter top, but I had no return address.

Major, please sit down and be reasonable.
Jets and Tusks are all well and good,

but I've named my dog something classier.

I have a coffee mug for every occasion, but my
favorite ones are the ones that I got on that

one occasion.

I admire his purity, the man
who dreams of lighthouses and the moon.

3-9-14

Fan Letters to the Dishonored

I'm sure that you always meant well.
I'm sure that you always meant well.
Take heart.

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Leave the toaster right where you found it.
It's not nice to steal.

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Take your pills.
They're filled with medicine.
They're filled with life, to replace
your dying life.
Take your pills, and fill those
lungs with new breath.


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Iron and calcium coalesce into
pure titanium. Dentures made
of ivory and starlight, fall
into a bed of down, fall through
into the floor,
fall out of yourself

3-5-15

Predator

I am the mighty hunter.
I have stalked these
Queso Fiesta Goldfish
for days

lurking in the grass
clutching my rifle
wiping sweat away
glancing at the sun
thinking