hey, pretty girl, i take photos!!

"why?
why take the goddamn photo?
its been done before
ya, nothing special."

oh, well
i just happened to have a camera in my hand
didn't really know what else to do with it.

i should have thrown the camera
at your face,
you fucking demon of the soul.

lump

don't let it hang over
my head,
like the branch that holds
the rope

don't let being in the dark
take me
let me be taken by
the understanding
of how dire it may
or may not be

let me know
what to be ready for
let me see the grime future.

stove with wings

what did you do on thanksgiving?
I saw a viking throw a stove.

sean made it to the porch

tuesday,
who would of thought
that your joy would crush me,
that your company would
revive me
that your cold night would
stay with me in my bones,
well into the next day?

index finger #24

and fuck to you, one who
shouts misgivings in my ears.
i am just trying to make a walk
home from one friends house to mine
more enjoyable than the walk from then to now
i am drunk
why don't you send me to hell for it.

okay okay

oh memory, you dog
let the big dog eat
up anything you invested in,
for staring at a tree means more to you
than the past ever will

okay okay

and fuck to you, tree, one who
stops me dead in my tricks
(my tracks lead nowhere
no reason to cease my steps)
and yet, you cause more
inactions than i ever will

okay okay

this seats not for you

the only mold left
to find a place within,
is that of a man
on bended knees
with eyes unfocussed
upon the subject he never saw
or sees
or ever will,
yet this casting stares
into the abyss of
pure experience.
knowing his attempts
are futile,
fleeting and pointless.

however
haha however,
i chose to fall on
my bruised knees,
and sink into something
more real than the mold
of the cross or the dove
will ever give me.
my pointless poses
are better,
and more guiltless,
than the fake
ones

let the plaster harden
upon all of my
failed attempts.

smile and nod

gain control
this is all one grain of salt
that you would rather not take part
of

let the others check the weight
of their pain, finding reasons why
the battles are necessary to
live

you don't need to run,
you need to enjoy the pleasure
that only this absurd moment demands of
you

so drink your beer
stumble home
call people who
wont answer
and find peace
in how fucking
funny it really is

and don't mind
that you are soaking wet.

bees and wasp

the northwest wishes rhode island the best

i am injured, i am shaking at the knees,
i am dead like the raccoon staring at the ceiling.

when its never the same, then you know
that you can't take any of it back

where is your favor...?

in the mold it lies

a shot in the dark

i call out a name,
"no way. How so?
where from?"

she doesn't know that
the only thing left is to
come to terms with the reality that she
is a fucking idiot.
i guessed your name
you whore!!

Where are my props?
where is your adoration,
of a memory
stronger than the ego
of that prick with his tails
in between his legs?

he learned that tail move from me anyways,
so ask for my number instead.

the sacred hearts of forgotten virgins

fuck expectations and guilt. i have enough of that within myself already. i don't need it from the masses as well.

fuck the dragons

oh joseph, when will you see that the man,
with age showing harder than most,
is really you?

oh, joseph, why can't you gaze,
as well,
into his eyes that demand of you
"tear down your walls!?"

oh joseph, where else have you seen your god
other than these eyes,
absent of malice and suspicion?

who knows you better,
now that you brought down your fortress of stability
and sit naked
staring at the aged and naked man?

oh, little vagrants

ode to the time,
ode to the life
of instinct

praise to the compass
of deceit

ode to the way,
ode to the joy
of release

curse your hacksaws!!!

oh mirtazapine

why don't YOU do something about it

ladies night at the tanker.