Chewing Pills

So yesterday, I
Thought it would be
A good idea
To write to her
Admitting all the twists and trips and slips and
Wreckage
Of the days since I left
Explaining, or trying to
Why it hurts so bad
And how every moment
I spend screaming
And she stays silent
Feels like I’m back there
Chewing pills
All over
But I won’t call the cops this time
I won’t spend a night
With the addict lady
In the white room
With holes in the walls
There’s only the ink
And the page
And how much love kills
So I sent it
Along with more money
Than I can afford to give
So maybe at least
One of us
Will live

Lost

Lost my way
While you were gnawing on my mood
I looking, I guess, for escape
Or to Improve my Point-of-View

Lost you then?
The absence rushes in against this old dam
I'm not stronger than
I used to think that I had been

Lost the key
While by the lonely door I kneeled
I can see you near me
But your thoughts are sealed

RelaX

Red shirt, Blue jeans
Grass green, Silver street
Median to mashed
Short on cash
Muscles clench
              then Relax
Force taxed on Fragile form
After Sunset
Reset by dawn
Human curse, cruisin' Hearse
Erasing fate, embraced pavement
Yellow lights or White
To Red too fast
As time like Rush hour cars Pass
Breaking Fast as they're braking Fast
Not fast enough to last, crashed
Crunch, by Lunch forgotten
Move on, Life's too short
Day's too long
Resort to Rabid Racing
Gotta get there, Get back
Lose track, loose seams
Rip, Shred, Scream
Red shirt, stained jeans

Young November

In the last days of my youth

I courted hope and recklessness

Gave myself to a moment

And a girl who could not love me

In the last days of my youth

I criticized the office man

With no time left for dreaming

And a briefcase full of regrets

In the last days of my youth

I said I would stay simple 

Singular—steadfastly alone

Self-reliant—on an adventure of the soul

In the last days of my youth

I sang songs of grand rebellion

Fought the man with silk-smooth hands

And roared against the system that I might too soon enlist 

In the last days of my youth

I thought free-willed imagination

Would be lost at once if I gave in

To paying bills, taxes, and time

In the last days of my youth

They said that I was far too young

To do or to think or to feel such wonder, such questions

As love, duty, or sacrifice

Perhaps they are still right

But wouldn't it have been so nice

If young at heart could have lasted the night

In the last days of my youth

Tell me now, do you know who I am

Or who I could’ve been

In the last days of my youth

Man, I’m still reachin’...

The Carousel of Kings

I'll flirt with blasphemy
That you may kiss a glimpse of
God
Tip-toe 'round heresy
And cuddle up
Upon the bleeding altar

I'll set a c-note flaming
With salted speckles in
Both my eyes
But offer
My very last dollar
To these gilded
Paupers

I'll dance like a drunkard
No,
I'll slump my shoulders
And cradle my brow
And clutch my wanting cup
And tap the table
Off.........beat
Like a drunkard
Like a prophet
Scraping his chest
With yellowing nails

I'll call your bluff
Believe me I will
One of these days
But for now,
A bottle of water?
$1.25

notforprofit

if my words don’t 

frighten you

my eyes might

if passion-fueled

declarations

don’t sway your stance

the burning question

in my gaze

could do it

i think

if my pleas

for bread

don’t empty 

your pockets

maybe

just maybe

these wide-eyes 

will

and if all else 

fails

to light your 

heart or 

your wallet

i guess

you can always

find me on

a t-shirt

Peasantry

I've got a knife and I could bleed this city dry
Skin it slow and steady
Pick apart the stringy tendons

I had a life that I gave up for who knows why
Grinned like I was ready
Sickened as my goodbye set in

But this road is a wristwatch
With a band that's far too tight
Ticking off the constant miles
My numbing hands would try and fight

I've got nowhere to go but back to breathing
Choking down the rhetoric
From suits on the radio

I move so slow with calloused feet
Shuffling and hesitant
With seeds I cannot sow

'Cause this heat is a gateway
With a lock my key won't fit
Stacked all up with iron chains
On cracking earth I sorely sit

Pass the pool where angels stir
And you speak down to me,
"what do you want?"
As if you cannot see...