K

Why don't you ever
Speak English?

J

Feet to ground
I'm Midwest bound!

I

Babe is like paper
And while others would leave their mark
And toss you aside
I will leave impressions
And keep you in my pocket.

H

Chapter 1.

I built these hands one finger at a time
While drifting endlessly in the distorted lushness of the limbo-like surroundings
They engulf me and rip out my angel wings
Right off of my back
And the blood drips past the cracks
And the blood drips down to my toes
Who will be there to clean up the mess we've made?
Why create the wounds if there is no tongue to clean them
And why break the skin if it refuses to mend
The dirt in your bath water will drown us both in no time flat.

Chapter 2.

There are no more wild horses
Because we burned down the forest
RUN AWAY, children
RUN as fast as you can.

Chapter 3.

Denial isn't a river, it's a well in my back yard
I've been running the tap
And boiling my water
The answer has been there for years and yet
I suffer every day.

G

We can play by your rules
If we play by mine too
You try to end the routine on top
But I came out on top too.

F

I still get high to answer all of my questions
To break a leg
Out in the world
Getting older every single day
Just want
A break to the pattern
That has got a hold on me
It strangles my neck
It's fucking killing me.

(oops, I've already missed a day. here's 2.)

E

I'm a stranger to all of my old friends
But that's okay
Because they're strangers to me too.

D

What we share
Cannot be shared
Beyond just you and me
So why can't we share
Why do you stare
When you should
Eat your words, eat the rainbows
Share, share, share.

C

What have you done?
And what are you doing?

B

New ways to be violent
But no new ways
To be friends
It's either give or take
But never
A little of each
It's awfully hard to
Keep
The balance.

A

Every time I sit
Under the moon's tongue
I feel real nice
And a little bit free
Like a stagecoach and horse
On it's way
To Camelot.

(today begins the 26 day "alphabet fishing", where I will write daily poems until the I reach "Z". all poems will be associated with a letter. I might not be able to post every day due to limited internet access next week, but I will still write and catch up. do not fear!)

Sold Souls

Lips get loose
While
Cigarettes slip past fingers
Clinging to death
Everybody holds hands
While their faces are against
The screen door on the front porch
Of a funeral home.

I Have Succeeded In Breaking Your Heart

Jump off rooftops
In your autumn sweater
Think quick: don't fall
Your legs will break upon impact
You're so off
This has nothing to do
With anything
Or anyone
Just off rooftops
Not to conclusions.

Fade Away / Come Closer

There's too much space
Where there was once a mirror image
Against my hips
Marijuana nights locked up tight inside
Prison bedsheets
Hasn't been fun in a long time
It's a dead scene
And the calendar month
Promises to be the hardest yet
Though the next one
Has plenty of sun
And I plan on getting sunburned.