this was supposed to be a serenade this was supposed to be something beautiful something witty something pure and true yet you’ve pulled from me the last vestiges of kindness of patience, of humility, of constant compromise i sit with alcohol in hand, the burning in my gut just like the burning in my ears of your excuses, your justifying, your petty little games your friends and your downfalls i usually would just ignore but know that now they’ve entered my home my heart my mind you sit and y...

two point oh, next version next time, next place, next exit im comin to you on a stretcher make dad proud helpin brother dearest download tears before all thats real is gone next turn, next job, next love digitized, trivialized, patronized until stone becomes fleshy fruit we sit, we play, til dead do us part of the machine the status quo rules the farm but the drunk polished singer says you cant make it as a bayman with bayonets, barbed wire, telephones ghosts of vineyards and stock markets d...

the moons is above and beyond me but its shape changing and looking down to hold me take me but the faces just changed they both want the moon for themselves these greedy grimey cumulonimbus clouds that rock back and forth and make new faces, orange and painted red they swirl while i smoke my cigarette and they say mistake i knew it was a mistakle but i needed to try and if i could somehow get a bit of lunar warmth and understanding i would undertstand why they were playing frisbee with the m...

. a delicate tactician, marvelled under me as precise nails dug into the foundation of my spine it was such a lovely battle scene blood and sweat blood and sweat all over the two of us her eyes were glazed blue as mine became hazy white she never told me when she wanted me to stop she never mentioned when i should pull my troops out she never guided me anywhere else but deeper harder into conflict frenzied only for her into velvet painted masochistic bliss oh my dear tactician, she checked my...

On the horizon looms my keeper Cold and vicious, pale and colored cruel Slowly filling my cruel cup with it’s bloody drops Waning patience as the it waxes overhead, I feel the change boil over Quickly turning delicate presence with overhead callousness I fall to my knees, fall to my vices, fall on my sword Sworn and swollen and steadily declining, this unforgiving mistress has me tied to the table Twisting around my hopes into anxiety, dreams into electrostatic I swing, I miss, I swing, I con...

dozens of images and conflicting thoughts roam this soon to be abandoned driveway there to my right is my old friends window, he always left it slightly open now i sit below it, the window dark, the blinds unmoving the street is quiet, crickets and a calm, soothing wind blows by me it whispers and forces a bead of sweat to trickle down my forhead the humidity does nothing to slow the torrential downpour of memory some of it is milky sweet some of it is bitter beer fueled abuse all of it real ...

On the horizon looms my keeper Cold and vicious, pale and colored cruel Slowly filling my cruel cup with it’s bloody drops Waning patience as the it waxes overhead, I feel the change boil over Quickly turning delicate presence with overhead callousness I fall to my knees, fall to my vices, fall on my sword Sworn and swollen and steadily declining, this unforgiving mistress has me tied to the table Twisting around my hopes into anxiety, dreams into electrostatic I swing, I miss, I swing, I con...

dozens of images and conflicting thoughts roam this soon to be abandoned driveway there to my right is my old friends window, he always left it slightly open now i sit below it, the window dark, the blinds unmoving the street is quiet, crickets and a calm, soothing wind blows by me it whispers and forces a bead of sweat to trickle down my forhead the humidity does nothing to slow the torrential downpour of memory some of it is milky sweet some of it is bitter beer fueled abuse all of it real ...

When you don’t want someone to run; show them the reasons to stay My left hand is trying to destroy my right side, my right mind Yet, annoying as it can be, scar tissue fights with moral fiber To weave regret, hope withstanding, on short patience and shorter temper Recall if you will, the foundation of the building If I learn to trust you, you must learn to accept me Not change, bind, argue, coerce or maim me I cycle through all of it, on triple cycle warm water And my clothes and will are fa...

“Nothing is going to happen tonight. You are here and I’m here and that’s all you need to think about.” Her eyes sparkled with tears that would soon begin to fall delicately down her cheeks. “I wish I had something more to offer you, I wish I could be everything you want. I wish I could be everything you need in a person.” She put her head into my shoulder and I felt her relax her shoulders and she let her weight hang on me. I silently wished it was just as easy for me to relieve the weight o...