Eulogy for a Dream |
When dreams,become waterlogged,sunk, into the murky swamps,When dreams,become as fragile,as people, and their promises,When dreams,lose their lives,and their voices,Their ghosts scratch,their own eulo...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Nov 2009 23:41:00 GMT |
Letter to God |
Dear God, Your son didn't play by the rules. He payed no mind to the authorities of his time. He claimed to answer to a higher authority. This led him to an excruciating death. Sure he was immortalize...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Aug 2009 02:48:00 GMT |
Relativity |
In a world, of deadbeats,and champions, assholes, and gentlemen,idiots,and wise men,I am all of them.
Posted by on Sun, 30 Aug 2009 02:36:00 GMT |
Be all that you can be |
wars,fuck people up, not just the dead, the living questions,return home,stripped of their purpose,they're handed anchors,and tossed, overboard, into a sea of averted eyes,and hushed tones,they search...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Aug 2009 04:38:00 GMT |
no turn on red |
have you seen the accident outsidequietly screeching to a haltslow burn wreckageon the side of every roadas victims welcome childrento the same flamesthat are burning them alive.alive?oh godmerciful g...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 01:10:00 GMT |
the home stretch |
run like a thoroughbred hooves beating their convictions into your heartnot wondering what happened to the soft earthof the open plainstheir cheersare songsin your earssoftening your instinctyouthe t...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Apr 2008 01:44:00 GMT |
The wait/weight |
so this is itthe perpetual fist-fuckknown as the 20's....youhad betterstart thinkingquickly....your decisionswill definethe rest of your life....if you ever decide to make them.just waitfor the weight...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 19:09:00 GMT |
Things I hoped I’d never have to say |
you don't have a chance
believe me i know
it's the way it goes
chewing your nails
with your fingers crossed
turning between
am I good enough
and hell no
good luck kid
though I know
you'll ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 00:56:00 GMT |
not a drop |
I've got cold hard restlessness wrapped around my spineshivering and jerking me aroundstirring up my thoughtsIt's that empty feelingscreaming hot like a teething babyThe tweaked out dead tired squirms...
Posted by on Wed, 21 Nov 2007 02:06:00 GMT |
Calamine for the soul. |
keep your guns warm,
fire all night from teetering bell towers
until dead memories lay
in a mushy booze soaked grave
take your shots
and puke and fuck
and laugh and sleep
so when ...
Posted by on Sun, 18 Nov 2007 23:58:00 GMT |
