Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Time to Pack

They ask to remove the veil
But you can't if your not there
Stand silent, head bowed
We heard he called today
The man who gives you what you desire
Not I, who struggled in fire

Tar is hard to get out of

Cough your lungs and tear from smoke
The fears it does invoke
Dash silent, head bowed
You can't catch what you don't hear
Reach down as far as you can
Yet they still refuse your hand

Sunday, March 8, 2009

The Quarry

"But it's a hole in the ground?"

These walls of stone scale heights we could never climb
But jumping would be done in a heartbeat
Take a deep breath and scream
The echos great you with warmth and hospitality
The damselfly greets you with a kiss on the arm
As you row in this abandonment of man
Trees in the depths, suffocated by an entire lake

Whoa, wha ah oh ah ooooooh
Whoa, wha ah oh ah ooooooh

As we sing Against Me! at the top of our lungs
The walls reverberate our voices
Shaking the water
Causing the fish the shift

We've come here to feel like nothing matters
All of our problems still on the edge
Casting stones with every effort
And not one making it near

Thursday, March 5, 2009


Flick the domino and begin the chain
One falls after another like a wave in the sea
Black and white, tumbling
Until it hits the ball
The ball flows among elaborate tubes
And rotating devices
Gently and swiftly gaining speed
More things are moved
More things are pushed
Needles are shoved into balloons
Thread is set a blaze
Until it releases the brick into
my open, gaping mouth
A clay face explodes into shards
I attempt to pick up the pieces
But I look around
And everyone else is already busy picking up theirs
I've tried helping before
But I haven't found my mouth yet

No one else can find theirs either

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Winter Formal (Homecomming pt. 2)

My forehead is pressed against your door
My weight braced by my arms
The shadows even Carvaggio couldn't capture

Then suddenly my world falls

You open the door and I stumble into your arms
Only to look up and see the definition
Of surprised and concern
"I have been here for years!"
"Warm me with stories and company and alcohol!"
One finger you press to my lips
And set me down the couch
The fever shaking away from my bones
Till I close my eyes and sleep for the first time

Wednesday, February 25, 2009


So what if I am at your door?
My hair clotted from the midnight rain
Clothes plastered to skin
Shoes becoming useless
I've walked what feels like years
My keys jingling all the way
My stomach rumbles
But I shrugged that off hours ago
How parting ways hurts like falling down stairs
Wake me from this coma
With the opening of your door
The warmth of the air melting icy hearts

We'll dance like teenagers who don't know any better
The way life needs to be cast aside more often

Thursday, February 19, 2009


Let's get this over with
My chest is bare
Waiting for these bullets to really sink in
But all that I can feel is the sweat on my brow
And I'm actually bundled in a coat
I haven't blinked in what seems a year
One in a million?
How about just one in one
But this one in one
Is missing those other millions
The colors are blurring their demands again
"Put us into words
You depend on it"

What is in my throat?
Feels like a stone.

Monday, February 16, 2009

It all starts with Crayola

Picture perfect on a decaying Polaroid
Forever capture a smile
Longing for a time where things were not so clustered
"But it's all a part of growing up!"
So we can not wish then?
For a paradise in which creation does not have to result in income
Where building what is beautiful
Is created for only such that purpose
Not for profit
Not to continue living in this pre-fabricated room
Not for supply, not demand
But to be as being is
Graphite on paper
Paint on canvas
Words on a screen
Spray on concrete
Notes for the ear
Never pausing because of what is required
For the grade, to be measured to others
Create to create
Or destroy to destroy
Or mingle the two

I will stand here and look you in the eyes
"I will do this"
"Do not ever try to stop me"

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The Sleeping Epic

An Introduction:
Jack and Jill went up a hill
But there was no clean water
Only filth and rotten sludge
(Plus a hole in the pale doesn't help)

Insert your witty prelude
Be it an epic cacophony
Or a simple reading
Thus is the start of the beginning
With the end being refused for now

(An ode to our future strangers
We will fall in love with you)

Memories pre-crafted in a child mannerism
But what is junior high to elementary
Then just a tyrant of horror
Subjecting us to feelings we cannot control

Adhesive can work wonders
But look at the mess we've made on our clothes
Jack did not break his crown
Only his own heart as he waited for you

Emerge from the scenery
We thought you were merely the background
As fast as that familiar smile came
Vanished as ninety degrees does in a 2-D world

A chorus smothered in deja vu
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
We can't get over our stiff past
Tornadoes and storms and the simple objects
"Why cant you get used to it?"
"Same reason I can't get the dye out of my skin.
Everything will remain, layering forever high."

Serenade us with your interlude
Blow your kisses and flash that grin
Make these songs relevant
And destroy the mental pictures caused by others
Become the alcohol that has claimed so many before
Leave me drunk and begging for more
Make us flock
These birds won't quit!


If headaches were gold
I would be the prospector making a fortune


Descend the stairs in the pitch black night
Repeat your same mistakes
No matter how many time you've been here before
Another step to make you look like a fool

Satellites transfer the desperation
But you'll "have to call me back"
The sirens of the sea took many lives
The ambulances with their own wails attempt to save

The intangible scribbles
Crafted of graphite and the typing of keys
Causes Jill to tumble after
Would there be a conclusion?
Would there be a sequel?
Could a happy ending still exist?
A mangled Jack
A bruised Jill
Though covered in mud, stains, and regret
The raised white flag remains pure

(Our bodies our blank canvasses
what we do will tattoo the ugliest
yet most beautiful creation
no one would even be close to imagining)

Monday, February 2, 2009

Heavy Breathing

Put your shovel away
I would not recommend digging deeper
It's a deep hole filling with fog
A well that wishes but does not grant

One most lower themselves to create
But how come I cannot when I am raised?
A perpetual cycle
A ferris wheel
It's groundhog day
Again and again
But these extra weeks tack onto each other

Turning your brights on in this wispy air
Only makes it harder to see

Saturday, January 24, 2009

We're No Different

Command and C
Command and V
One in a million, but one of another million ones
You cannot shrug off quicksand
"Getting deeper, and deeper, and farther still"
Pull yourself out
Brush it off
And jump right back in
Cup to your lips
Time to celebrate forgetfulness
Only to have the morning bring with it Breakfast and your memory
Hand in hand with recollection

Drink up, that sand aint going down without a fight

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


The build up of crude matter in hair
The formation of plague
Your body is telling you it's time to wake again
Grab the spear
They say the cynics will be shown their place
You cannot cover oil with water
Optimist versus pessimist wages with smiles and tears
Dry contacts from being awake
Irrigation brings irritation
Adjust the camera lens
What will it say about this moment
An under-developed notion
Over exposed with saturated hope

I could Warhol this entire experience using every color in the world
But it's always the same stencil

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

A Registered Trademark

Two steps backwards with no steps forward
Right into that hole you dug yourself a long time ago
Fill it with the salt of ocean sized regret
Become one with the shark
You don't have a choice
Your open mind has lured them to this spot already
Don't bother going for the eyes
They are already blind
They are already deaf
They can't smell a thing
They welcome you with open jaws
No counting chickens regardless of hatching
You've already crossed this road way too often
In a static image would you weep?
Or would a smile cower in your lips?
Show those pearly whites
This happiness with be your trademark
Branded like cattle
Be proud! tm

Honey, though I can feel every tooth embed my fragile flesh, it'll hold like concrete
Thanks for the support (beams)

Saturday, January 10, 2009

A little less than 360

The burn of alcohol
Since childhood still rings true
Confess your inner secrets
Or make new ones you'll never remember
No one likes the taste
But excess solves that
I can't taste this
I can't taste your lips
Maybe I just don't have good taste at all

I can't feel that I can't feel my toes

(Am I dizzy from our loss, or from the actual spinning I just did)

Friday, January 9, 2009

Florida is on fire

Take back what is ours...

The yachts bob with a smirk
Voices telling you who is successful

Sand in your toes
Shells cutting your feet
Salt burning the wounds

The air ripe with desperation
Wander the roads
An end is buried in concrete and glass
We love to recycle your problems!