pee.

failed words for the fallen
it was all explained
and gone over a second time
in depth, with depths
these words are now so contrived
into meaningless
vacuums
in the farthest part of space
creating new gaseous forms
which will eventually
years and years and years and
years and years and years and
years and years and years and
years and years and years and
years and years from now
also have as little meaning as this
eat this shit from a gold bowl
and your challice is filled with piss.

little.

the night is for mares
and the day for dreams.

Devil.

the devil visited me last night
he collected my teeth
and explained to me
the very long and extensive
process of collecting payment
of my soul
if I had time to explain
the reason
why I made this non-refundable
sale...
I would
alas,
I fear tomorrow night
for my eyes.

yuck.

Make this table for 3
or better yet 4
another wheel will arrive
to feast on my bread
drink to drunk
on my overpriced wine
that my hard work will pay for
yet again
tonight is for celebration
this eve
I will open his belly
spill his guts upon the table
then,
then my good friends
we will have our dessert.

all.

my world has ended
as yours begins
and begins again
we need to discuss
the differences
between malicious
and accidental
once more
my blood is everywhere
and the crime scene lies
one and a half feet
up from your knee caps
and a few inches
below your pelvic bone
tell that beast
to meet me in the alley
for I just put a few nails
into my baseball bat.

EEE/FFF

explicit expectations evolve
into unknown apparitions
my fever has taken a path
one more traveled than others
the filth has erupted
spread it's legs throughout my body
i'm dying
i'm lying
now i'm flying
when the levvies break
i'm all yours
all yours tonight
and then again, and again, and again
fuck the cape
i'm always a superhero
the day has been saved
and i'm here alone again
facing fevers forever.

Tired eyes.

I put this one out there

this one, this one time, this one day,
and hoped it would make sense

it didn't make sense
it doesn't make sense
it won't make sense

but I'll make the best of it.
won't I?

I've been doomed to a life of adequacy
now I see something above that
will I be graced for a life of greatness?
all my goals are attainable
all my thoughts are pure
all my heart is here for the taking
all my hands are here to hold.
all my ears are here to listen
all my eyes are here to open

my thoughts rush right through me
I open up too soon
and put this one out there
this one, this one time, this one day,
and hoped it would all make sense




   
it will all make sense
one day
I promise
I promise
I promise
I promise.
   
I reach my hand out
brush your hair back
"we'll show them the best baby."
a kiss on the nose
and i'm asleep.
and i'm awake.
and i'm asleep.
right where I want to be.
with you and all your sheets.

Rest.

I'm tired
my mind
my arms
my legs
my soul
please let me lay in your lap
and rest.

Sweaty.

I spent the day with shaky legs
quivering at the thought
of the events
of the morning
I tired myself out from shaking
took a nap
woke up
and took another rest
now it's the evening
and my legs are shaking harder
with anticipation
of the events
of this evening.

plt.

i'm walking
running isn't safe yet
this is all a metaphor
it's ugly and selfish
but I can't spread hurt
like I may have a tendency to do
no more metaphors.