Silverware Down a Flight of Stairs

you're the sunlight on snow
revealing the ground beneath
two feet without shelter sinking slowly
i picture your body and i want to riot
doubtlessly slaughter all other thought
functioning addict when i write to you
every word prettier than the last
climbing towards you
she's the maker of sunrise
and the master of my eyes
shutting them when i sleep
if i'd known it'd be this bright here
i'd have never stopped dreaming

somewhere between after dark and before night
i'm passing lanes with one eye closed
letting rain through window, only method of warmth
breaking my bones to fit around yours
solo flight over your head and through your blood
i'm writing good for the first time
after a long line of bruised ego
i'm falling on myself this time

bait

very well, she said, lets give it a try
i'll put you back where you want
that easy place where cuts and scratches don't matter
yeah, i'll take you for a ride
she swallowed me whole
and as i coursed through her she kissed me open
and i flew higher than ever
landed on both feet and said, lets go there again
so we left, simple as that
and i couldn't believe how fast we arrived
i'm screaming delights
i'm somewhere i'll never ever be
and as she devours i give in like bait

i'm writing you a letter
while i think of replies
and i'm speaking your name
as i look in your eyes
kissing your lips
while i think of your eyes
as i'm holding your hips
after we say goodbye
i'm taking you with me
and i cannot say why
or where we are going
by land, sea or sky
i'd like you to know that i can't write love songs
but i'm trying for you
and if you think this is a joke
please die laughing

this makes no sense like twenty six cents in a quarter just stick to sense and spare to mention the dense moments when you can't condense the gentlest gestures of gentlemen's money spent to get your attention like laundering money gets the feds attention like wandering honeys gets the mens attention like playboy bunnys get a dick's attention slaughter all discretion he'll alter your mind's expected course of course he'll take you on tours of hors devoures and and what remains is a reminder of what love is like in vain you'll stain your record of no complaints of no restraints with no place to place the mortal remains of the total strangers you strangled in your sleeping chambers while mangled neighbors desecrate the sacred places where the corpses ate from the plates are cleared and bones are beared and that is why we can't compare the face we wear or stare at in the mirror the drearier speakers come in clearer the dearer leave the casket in the clearing at the end of the path you see you've passed to a pasture greener than grass that's higher and cleaner than the grass you pass to friends and call reefer you get high you go deeper than the sleep that you get from sleeping on sleep pills cuz sleep kills but the weed it fulfills the need that you feel to see what you feel and spill at your feet the guts that you keep in the skin that you fill one day you'll display the still you created the skill that you played with and stayed with until you paraded your shameless face in a way that was just a charade and paid for by the state like watergate or reagan's days in a house half baked like a rifle blast on a november day that took a nation to another place to a war on race to a colder front where destruction waits with tons of megatons of uranium waiting to erase a piece of the face of an eternal mother who does not judge nor debate she simply spins in place and in case you're hating let me explain that i don't debate i simply state the state of things we cannot change i'm not deranged i'm not insane my plane's landing without delay the sky is falling but not today the clouds are saving all their rain to fall before the month of may to let the spring spray out its rays of sun and shine and better days

first incision

i can memorize these lines
"i love you" a hundred times
and as long as it rhymes
who cares if they're all lies?
so pretty picture perfect
but are they even worth it?
when you recognize the smell
in your bed of someone else
it may just be your head
or the smell of cigarettes
so send me your last kiss
kept with the things i miss
wait for the sun to go
up all night out my window
i never see the stars
they may be bright but they're so far
i was juggling all my plans
until you took me by the hands
and said all the things you said
rolled me over now i lay dead

i love you all... not afraid to say it. don't see the big deal with telling someone you love em. people always make such a big thing about it. "oh i'm not ready to say it" shit, it's easy to love someone you just met. it's continuing to love them after you get to know em that's tough. hell i don't even know why i still talk to half the people i know. it's like eating the same shit every day for the rest of your life. sooner or later you can guess how their fuckin day's been. "oh your boss came on to you, you paid too much for lunch and you're wondering when i'm gonna shave this fuckin beard?" well shit i'm 5 for 5 so far this week let's see what tomorrow brings! i just find life so fuckin boring you know, when you get to that point the glare on your windshield feels somehow artistic to you? do any you folks do drugs? well anyway as i was saying, stuff's just so boring you know once you're over the hill... of 18. i ask you older folks, is this really it for the rest of life? just bills, taxes, phone calls, thank you notes, dinner parties, retirement plans, all this shit? cause i'm already sick of it! sick of it enough to come up here and puke around about it.

in dreams like death

if a day could last forever would we still wish for tomorrow?

those soft moments of sorrow without a yesterday to retreat to?

in tenser days we wouldn't care if love was lost up in the air

we'd laugh and say, "next time you wake a new heart will be beating"

so why protect what cannot die? why say words you know are lies?

my tongue it moves despite my eyes they're screaming

so let us laugh, so let this spit spill down our shirts with caution lit

we'll pray to God to keep us like stray animals

don't forget to wash your hands, break a leg and make a stand

forget the stories that your mother told you

there is no fair, our hearts are bored

as they drained our feelings poured out across the oceans

and settled on their floors

and now i craft a thousand words none of which i've ever heard

they simply come to me in dreams like death

alive and kept aside waiting for more

traaaaaaaaaash

i'm skulking along in my skull skillfully sulking around

i'm tossing in troughs filled thoroughly throughout

how much longer can this last?

CLEVER IDEA. clever empty words that describe nothing

sentinel shark fight

you're just another day we're saying good night to
break the cycle of lying through phone lines
you're just a passing train we're all waving bye to
bag the mark and make a quick escape
we didn't ask you to teach us a thing
your lesson plans are collecting nothing
giving away wisdom from your second story window
let down your hair and we'll drag you to hell
under the sea you can fish me out
bait me, gut me, you got me hooked on
i'll be your dinner, your leftovers, whatever it takes
hungry on me, your starving on you
punctuate the pulse and kill the caught
haha! we win! you lose!
none shall pass, none shall pass, none shall pass

greetings from space

cloudy stars clothe the night
each breaks the sky
shattering breath with each sinking twinkle
a million fiery greetings to kill sleep
a rotation's pay to revive it
hail from heaven crashes through nothing
further away from nowhere
a slice of speed
dragging through immortal into infinity
past castles of light
empty constant shadow
growing wherever the eye sees
and no eye sees it

blogosphere

translating words coming out of paper

pink dandelions sparkle growth inside a plastic globe

and detonate thoughts that cannot be tamed

the stench of smoke chokes my soul

happier days behind the circle

gushing and spewing their fiery reminders

that every day away from the mirror is a sentence you can finish

like, "gods have sketched a face for you"

and tremors of underbrush treat you to thorns

beware the flame that tickles your feet

hold not a vigil but a last stand against all you ever loved

do feelings have feelings?

march towards your best guess

hold that crucifix high if you believe that a belief is worth holding

frigid shadows pass you by

either side they wax and lie

back onto a ride you didn't know started

timid clouds of starbright rain

clash above your window pane

when you squint your eyes they've parted

float along a silent path

into the ear of god's own wrath

baking earths and stars alike

death and life are but a dream

when in this interstellar stream

whisper sweetly to the night

your lucky stars are slightly shy

kick the door in to the sky

vacuumed doom for those afraid to fly

flight from

i can hold my breath longer than i can hold a smile

the remote control is out of batteries

teeth as white as your favorite lies

and a trigger to power on and off

get going to school and learn a little something

perhaps history or a bit of english

i need to know the need for knowing

gotta find a reason before its too late

please me easily i'm in need of arms

happily up for sale i'm hungry 

i've got dates lined up to pretend i'm busy

i need a postage stamp for this

funny books without pictures in print

just words that paint a portrait behind your eyes

kill that need, sir

because it's killing you 

threats in memoriam

I’m starting to forget the sound of your voice
The sound you’re making is a lonely noise
You give me life like a vampire bite
A photo too old to recognize
And your cloud is so high I’m still coming down
Dusty thoughts cleaned up when found

a bridge towards gone

dawn summers between breeze

shape and sound but never space

duplicating positions that were trained for

autumn trees weep beneath ashes

i gauge my chance with an iron fork

transparent guess towards infinity

i'll shadow myself with an eraser

and spare no more of the glow from its face

physical memento

i keep finding strands of your silly brown hair in my clothes

while collecting my laundry, i stand alone with aftermath

a wrinkle persists in my shirt, i've made smell so nice

you're the mateless sock that keeps turning up

driving my logic mad like a criminal

your single locks are reminding me of a warm bed

the light unwelcome between us as we lie

what does it do for me to yearn? remember? relive?

complimenting our ability to incinerate together

two old embers burning uselessly in the furnace on my neck

the reason being

the bees gather for honey

the water in the stream

light through trees

family of flowers standing as onlookers

the smell of air

everything happens for a reason

people need their cell phones

the thought is lost

travel light, eat fresh
skip school in kicking distance
blare horns from down the street
temple tucked away
culture shock therapy
jesus is trendy
i'm not going to attempt to try anything, just trying to attempt gash in the pipeline tucked away, wallflowers growing on my armchair, fireside murder pictures shot glass painted on my face
hahahahaha please don't bother. i've got the whole collection, i'll rub your face and miss the mark. watch you get the upper hand like a fly shits on everything it lands on. fuck that, clap your hands and make him pancake status. i've got nothing. oh baby you've got my favorite voice, my favorite everything. speaking generally i need to specify.

mental defective

so I ironed my pants this morning to take out the wrinkles and while i did i considered my lateness relative to an office building where I go more often than i'd like to catch subtle radiation from a funny glowing box which i'm staring into now. hello. you're reading me. i'd love some caffeine right now but to acquire said beauty i'd need to descend back to the scummy streets from whence i arrived here and speak to an apron-adorned thrill-seeker with too much responsibility on their hands and not enough time to juggle successfully. but practice makes perfect, or so they say. is there more to life than ironing towards a cup of joe? absolutely. when you miss the train a new one arrives not too much later, unless its last call for alcohol. magnetism. mmmmmmmmmm when two bodies feed off each other gently and viciously at once. ice cream on a park bench featuring the soothing sounds of a traditional deutsche band. beer at $6 a pitcher with comrades. a blank highway covered in the sound of rock n roll, cows disturbed by the passing parade of youth on wheels. fuck, i love life

fantastic basket tax bracket knapsack, cold cash for hard hats slashed in halves

chilly chili

naked crouch

the boy who didn't listen

carl rover was a cruel man.

don't eat this till _/_/__.

a cruel, cruel man.

the day they slept

handicapped hate stuntman... won[t survive the zombies.... 

Before After/ After Before

Before After 

Soul so weak

God, this feeling 

Whole body numb 

Eyes dry 

Mouth a metallic taste 

My hands tremble, my stomach groans 

What will become? What has gone? 

Please, keep those needles out of my arms 

Just let this take its course 

My knuckles raw from walls 

I’m trying to break through 

Holding fast against my fists 

Tears collecting in lashes 

Waiting to spill over 

One final cry, one last little whimper 

Before... 

After Before 

Here lies I

Grave I dug my whole life 

Finally deep enough for sleep 

Without the interrupting world 

Hands to catch me I wish none 

Into darkness lay my head down 

To slumber I resign

Awake remain kinship and love 

My wish for black, cold Earth 

Given meaning in death 

Cares more forgotten, child like smiles 

When my shadow disappears

The sun shall blanket my empty world 

After all, with this light 

I may one day be the weed you uproot 

Or the flower you trample

Past is Prologue

Behind you!
At your feet
A wisp of wind
Up the street
Hallowed ground
Watchful eyes
A burning tree
Midnight skies

Why you so easily dismiss what comes before
Don't you see?
Past is prologue and days are numbered
For a good reason

A sad old clown
Gun in mouth
Eyes tell stories
Tears write out
He cannot laugh
He cannot cry
His only wish
That he could die

But what comes next? Who decides
How this ends or where it lies
In time we see the past again
Story spins 'round till it ends

How Am I Driving?

You’re nothing but a passing train
We're all waving bye to
I dared to let you take the wheel
You took your test drive
Somebody’s got to steer this thing right
So get your ass outa my car
Facing the wrong way
Rainy nights and wet roads
The left light’s out but I can see
My home closer than I think
You’re nothing but a passing day
I’m saying good night to
Waiting on my familiar yellow friend
Never leaves me waiting
Always on time
Always bright and always right
Baby, tell me how I’m driving

Separation Anxiety

This isn’t special
Just words I made up
It doesn't even rhyme
And no matter how many times
I rewrite these lines
I won't convince you otherwise

You run so far
You dress your scars
In finest Sunday wear
But you weren't really there
Just disappear

You search for meaning
A conscience streaming
Screaming these empty words
To an empty room
Filled with strangers

You run so far
You dress your scars
In finest Sunday wear
But you were never really there
Finding nowhere

Walking hand in hand in quicksand
Driving drunk on gasoline
Swerving in between
A mass of lovers, haters and crooks
Get out, darling, while you still got your looks

Happy New Year, Gaza!

I wrote this after reading a news story a few days ago about Israeli forces bombing a school that was being occupied by men, women and children seeking refuge from Israeli bombings, 40 of whom were murdered and dozens injured. So this goes out to the men, women and children of Gaza, whose brutal and indiscriminate murders are being supported by our elected leaders.

Happy New Year, Gaza!

We've come for your lives
We'll leave with your land
Your blood is our prize
Got it on our hands
So do the wartime shuffle
And drink to the health of none
Another global scuffle
Because the battle must be won
We come with gifts of fire
Now repent for all your sins
You're reaching out for peace
Only grasp a lynchpin
Schools and churches
Women and children
Mangled corpses lie
Bombs and bullets
Fire and mortar
Doubtless you shall die
Drop your fucking bombs!

A poem in honor of Richard Lewis and Curb your Enthusiasm

The _____ from Hell

The what from hell
The who from hell
The how and why and when
The date from hell
The day from hell
The flight from there and then
The night from hell
The sleep from hell
And all these other things
The life from hell
The death from hell
The reaper fucking brings
It's all coming back to the blanks I made
The deals I dealt
I can't be sure but I know I've felt
I made it myself
The blank from hell

A poem I wrote about my favorite movie: Vertigo

Carlotta Valdes

Her foreign ancient name lures me down the path
Down the streets of this city
The bridge at the bay, her body sinking fast
Faster than the hope she gives me
We dance around this grave
I follow up the stairs
This vertigo has made my knees weak
Somewhere here I was born and I died there
She is still here haunting my dreams
A plot I've sensed but still unclear
A desperate act not what it seems
You held me among the waves
You brought me to my knees
Before you jumped you kissed me
You were a very apt pupil, a very apt pupil
But why me? Why me?
I heard voices

You Would Like a Word with You

Here's this freehand kinda poem I wrote about a girl. About the dumb things we do for pride but not for each other. As if somebody's reading this lol

So you think that you've got an edge on me?
I've got the knife, I've got the life, My eyes are open wide
You'll die by my hands, I'll stand over your carcass
You dead thing, you twisted mound of flesh and feelings
Stealing the love of my life from me, but now I'm free
My bills are paid, my decisions are made, and I want you
Just you and I flying high and never looking down
Let's burn this town to the ground, let's leave our corpses behind
And finally find what our hearts have been needing
Each other, finally, just us
Finally, just us, each other
Each other, just us
Finally