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

Battlethargic

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

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)

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)

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!