Monday, December 29, 2008

The Ice Cometh

My feet are numb
And today, I don't care
This ice cracks beneath me
As I test its stability
"Can you hold my weight!?"
It cannot
But fortunate to me, it is only the ice on the grass
The lake is the future

Wind whipping a smiling face
Hands grip the chain of the swing
Lost feeling in those an hour ago
But my face will never go
Muscles being warmed with every syllable

Ice will makes boys out of men

Friday, December 26, 2008


Ding, It's that time of year again
No, not Christmas
The part that comes after
The giving is gone, the food finished
The Salvation Army has packed up their bells
Scrooge goes back to bed with a greedy smile
The companies pat their bellies with the good tides of consumers
What is left but cold
And the soon to come New Year
Where people begin to forget the past year
In a blur of bottles and a giant glowing ball
Should I quake with the implied difference I am expected to feel?
Resolutions meant to start revolution

Should not of have had that last drink
I already forgot my promises

Thursday, December 18, 2008


Perfect six-fold symmetry collides with my face
These Kama-kazi crystals ruined by the heat of my breath
But soon they work together
First reaching my knees in collective organization
Numbing my feet as a traverse like a lead statue
Trying to hide inside myself
I haven't seen the sky in days
And with every attempt, my eyes are ambushed
Body heat failing, lips the perfect purple

Come find me when the Spring commits the murder
Of solid to liquid and to eventually gas

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Stop me if you've heard this one

The two drink minimum
Perhaps it is to make the comedian
More enjoyable then they really are

Or maybe, it is the create an illusion
The comedian speaks the truth
A truth the average human does not understand

All the roosters and all the hens
cross roads with a second take

Look past the joke and see existence in its very essence is comedy

Tuesday, December 16, 2008


Let the records show the subject is exposed:

He blinks because he is programmed
His heart beats off tempo
He dreams because he is simple
He dreams because he is complex

His handshakes are weak because he fears aggression
The same is said of his kiss
A human must crave desire
An animal must crave desire

His lips are chapped
His eyesight poor
His mind is grabbing hold of color and word and image
And like the soldier facing opposition of tenfold
Desperately tries to finally become immortal

Monday, December 15, 2008


Mr. Songwriter
Your words, though spoken in some foreign city
Become relevant or even more distant
Let it be the next sappy love song
I can apply to a new sweetheart
Or the tearing of the sinews
Of your sung tragedy

Mr. Artist
Your brush strokes or your editing
Make me want to weep
Or rip the very canvas from the wall
Wishing to never blink as to view ever after
Or gouge out my eyes to never see again

Ms. Writer
Your pen scribbles stain the paper
With words of metaphorical genius
Or callused irony shredding my brain
Makes me want to dog ear this page
Or burn the manuscripts to forever rid

Sunday, December 14, 2008

First Stones

The way I pound the door
Is the way boxers desperately battle
Bruises erupt like the tears of shattered lovers

The running water is burning cold
How can such a slew of words
Be the slingshot of the first, cast stone

Pebbles may be pebbles
But in an avalanche of this magnitude
Those minor stones become bullets

Saturday, December 13, 2008

Scalpel please?

Please doctor
Amputate everything I've known
I don't want a mere phantom limb
I want the ghost of a former self
Take this artificial contraption
Put something with a pulse
I want to bleed like normal
Not in dam breaking manner
These faulty valves were not gauged properly

I taste rust in my mouth

Friday, December 12, 2008


My glass is half empty
Yours is half full
Why don't we just come together
and overflow this damned cliche
The chime of contact
How sad of a sound
Half-hearted wrists
Limply strive for a reason

The new year is upon us
And Ben Gibbards' word ring truer
Then anything I've ever heard before.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Send Out Signal

Frantically tap the keys
I haven't heard a thing in years
Just a gentle fuzz
Like that of security
Except this is a horror film
Something has, and still going wrong
Oh yeah, there were others here
But you know how that goes
Or should I say how they go
It's really been uneventful
Keep trying different batteries
Nothings taking well
Some die right up
Some corrode right through
No one is responding
I haven't even heard one cry of names
Search parties too old school?
Big game must be on again

Am I blind or was a dark, secluded, creaking, rotting, and deserted home the single greatest idea we've ever had?


(Would you stop breathing down my neck?
I get it, okay?
Killer monster thing.

Sunday, November 30, 2008


These spotless shoes are filthy
A healthy dose of callus' greet me every evening
Does one look for a new pair?
Look at the variety!
Look at this gaudy plethora of options!
Must I test this ones stamina?
Will this match my personality?
I bend down to tug my tattered laces
But alas my fingers are tangled
Mangled if you will exaggerate
These shoes will keep on treading
Until the soles decide to sleep

Sunday, November 23, 2008

The Taste

When you throw up rainbows
It drains you of color
A technicolor concoction
Joesph and his damn coat would be jealous of
Brilliant hues of sadness
Shadows of happy ideas

(An art teacher somewhere just flinched at the irony)

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


This life preserver doesn't feel right
So white, so bright
Yet so dark in these waves
Bobbing around
Awaiting rescue
It's not the sharks that get you
but that cold, sinking feeling

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008


The down trodden-face
Accepting yet relentless for a different answer
A sweat stained steering wheel of trips past
The speakers fizz with every beat
Where are we going
No signs, no remaining distance
Just cracking glass and
the draining of work
Chapped lips and
A hoarse voice come well equipped
The phone was purposely drained
But its presence ever needed
The sound of hot concrete
Waves of tortured road
Contacts are drying up
but becoming wet even more

Friday, November 7, 2008


Life is like swimming in a pool with friends
Light hearted chatter
The sun warming the water
Floating in the ripples of a man made sea
Then someone picks up a pool noodle
And with a leap through the air
Home runs your face with colorful hurt
Who knew foam could be so painful

Monday, November 3, 2008

Cocoa for kookoo puffs

Where am I?

"Please quiet down"

How can you hear me?

"Get your hand out of your face"

What? My hand is by my side, sweating and clutching.

"Please be respectful"

How can I when I feel ridiculous?

"Use your inside voice"

How can I not when it's in my head?

"Calm down, sir"

Wow I'm about to start fuming in here

"No smoking please"

(Got you there, bub)
(Bub? Really?)

Thursday, October 30, 2008


Blow out your candles!
Grab your mask!
Take my hand!
We'll burn it down!

Break out the coats!
Get your scooter!
Close your eyes!
Learn to fly!

Break the damn!
Collect yourself!
Run your mouth!
It's almost over!

(That can't be safe)
(At least he's getting out)

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

How to fly

Teeth clenched
Foot stomping
Fist tightened
Eyes blank
Noise maddening
Throat swelling
Skin shrinking
Always waiting

Monday, October 27, 2008

Your A Little Off

"What's going through your mind?"

An idea, slowly dragging, floating
No legs, no heart. no eyes, but blinking
Like looking at a reflection on glass
Mirrored yet translucent
It makes this noise
Like fingernails on a guitar string
Throbbing to a horrific beat
Someone please turn him down

Eventually it'll blossom into something beautiful, or something even worse
You win some, you lose some

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Smear Me Dear

Graphite rubbed into palms
Paint staining the skin
Eyes fatigued, sensitive
Colors turn grey

Pixels burning out
Is this a mesh or a gradient
Tutorials lead only to walls
Or nowhere at all

They need keyboard shortcuts for this

(They do, it's called ctrl+ alt+ dlt)

(If you even consider listening to him make sure to hit cmnd + s first)

Friday, October 24, 2008

Scents of Humor

It's ironic it's called chicken scratch
Who knew it would take this much courage to write a letter
Excuse the mess
I placed grass and dirt from that place we hung out in this envelope
Perfume doesn't make me think of you
It might be the old cigarettes and chlorine
Whoever invented the seals on envelopes
Knew how to skew even the prettiest face

("Mr. Cougar, Mr Owl; What causes the ability of the substance on stamps to cause the chemical bonding strength of the adhesive to be engaged by saliva?")

("Something about beetles, or that look she's giving me. Let's ask wikipedia!")
("Where are your parents?")


6 a.m. is a beautiful time.
The perfect mirrored lake, the reflection of the skies and trees, suspending the visual in infinity.

"Two skips."

The fog hangs as the trapeze artist.
The insects rub their weary eyes and traffic to their routine.

"Six skips!"
"That was only four!"

Clean air Chicago residents wouldn't believe.
Clean air we don't even believe.

"You have to make the rock hit parallel, like this."

We are the fish who don't have to worry about the fisherman

(When you throw a lot of rocks, it sounds like machine-gun fire, HOORAH)

Thursday, October 23, 2008

To Begin Proves Progress

(Ice chips, cold grips)
(Dry mouth, tear drought)

"I need time. I am the soldier under fire"
"You are no soldier!"
"We all are in this war of compassion"

(Mr. Owl, why do tears taste salty?)

(Quit asking me questions)