Sitting

Sitting at the laundromat
Trying to wash you out my jeans
I'm flipping my last quarter
Wish I could climb in the machine

Sitting in the shower
Trying to wash you out my hair
I'm running out of hot water
Wish I could fog up with the air

Sitting in a dark room
Trying to wash you out my mind
I'm drowning in the silence
Wish I could tape my heart on rewind

Vaguely

You don't owe me
But you must not know me at all
If you think abandonment
Could pass so easily
For self respect, and I

Gotta hand it to you
How can you ever stand to let them
Reduce you to less than you are
They can't understand
What I see so clearly tonight

You are more
Than the flaws that they'd define you by
I'm so sure
That you could be anything

A million galaxies spin
In your eyes
At a higher spectrum

Flag on Your Grave

I watch on the news as you ship out to prove

That you’re some kinda man

Give the proper excuse for your brainwashed abuse

You’ve got blood on your hands

A hospital bombed, holy war that we’re on

Gotta follow commands

This dictator we set up, guess now we’re all fed up

But it’s part of the plan

And I guess I just don’t understand

More civilians have died, I pray you’re alive

Hold a fist full of sand

You set out to serve, but death got the last word

And they did all they can

How is my freedom saved by the flag on your grave

Hear the guns and the band

And you did what you did for your wife and your kids

By blowing up homes in a faraway land

Now try to make them understand

They don’t show on the news what the winners all lose

Some coins in a cup and the ghosts in your head

The shirt that you wear doesn’t mean you can’t care

Who will sweep up the dust once the world is all dead

And I hope someday, your mind finds release

You can call me naive but I still hope for peace

We’ll let go of our hate and we’ll reach out our hands

And at least for today, I’ll try to understand

For A Reader Who Probably Won't

There are no simple people

But we let our simplicity be enough

Not just in roles but in the holes in our story

"Assume no one cares and you'll have less to worry" 

Even if it's not true

The truth is just a tool 

And no one's been building 

Even now just storm shelters

And what I miss most is not missing you

When you were there and so was I 

And there are no simple people 

But we try 

Noisy Nostalgic

Maybe we could talk like we used to
Through clues infused in verse
Like a sieve of reprieve
Whenever we assumed the worst

Maybe we could meet like we used to
One piece at a time
Eyes for hearts from afar
Or brush your hand by mine

Maybe we could live like we used to
But older now, wiser
I would be more open
And you’d have nothing to fear

Phantasm, Side: B

I’ve been waiting on a windowsill like I got a cup of bad luck and some time to fill

Some brain cells to kill

I’m satiating cravings with contagions and confusing conversations, will

You please help me, I’ve grown a conscience

It seems to be telling me to ignore common sense

And pretend I’ve still got relevance tied up in the back 

Like some cat who owes me two pence

And I’ll spend my hours like a credit card

Like I spent my childhood in somebody else’s backyard

I’ll rack up a debt of regret that I’ll aim to forget

And I’ll miss and then hit on some awful intent

My incentive is fainting like goats who are scared

I’m more unprepared than me at the front of class in my nightmares

I’m so selfless it’s selfish, I’m un-self-aware

Like a circle describing corners to a square

I can’t even get there where you are 

I’m too near, you’re too far

I’m too weird, you’re too scarred

I’m talking to myself again

When will my shelf-life end

Hey, can we still be friends

After I go incorporeal?

Abusive Geometries

It's a crick in my neck
An itch, a stitch that keeps pulling
Loose threads in my head
The base of my skull pounding
Sounding like static
Automatic panic
Aching pain
Straining my ears to hear some
Numbing calm
I'm a time bomb
Tick, tock, twitching trigger finger
Creaking floorboards
Too loud to ignore
Too now to be forewarned
Scorned by spooks
Phantom limbs
Enwrap my throat
Entrap my scope
Ropes for walls
Pulling all jagged thoughts
Ragged wants
Holy hunts
Who does prey pray to
When hounds wear halos?