20/20

They are all about you
and you know it
every word has a bit of your scent stuck to it
I lace my days with poison
so I can control the frustration inside me
I taste the blood of Hate
so I know that Love can exist
you left me damaged
like a totaled car after the accident
most days I'm o.k. with the pain
but today it's noticeable

Flash Bulb

My best thinking
Is done standing up
Metal joints locked
Camera eyes taking in
All the passing minutes
Circuits hum with life
CPU's burning hot
New information stored and filed
And processed for
New plans
I do my best plotting
On my feet
Gears still
Lights dimmed low
Camera eyes taking it in

217

He had fifteen dollars
And some change in his pocket
Enough for a few shots and a beer
He said he was all out of luck
And all out of energy
When they stuck the blade
In between his ribcage
He smiled and thanked them
And watched fifteen dollars
Of blood flow down the gutter

Not Quite Awake

The tree's smoke
Like the gun
In my right hand
I dream terrible things
But it helps me laugh
At how comedic the day can be

Slow Burn

There were ink stains
On his hands
Bruises on his face
Torn clothing that looked
Washed in oil
Train yard clown
With a busted smile
And a busted head

FX Epic

Today I laugh
Full of nonsense
A cartoon world
Expands from my dreams
A little late today
Busy watching pigs fly

Loco-Motion

A few hours left on
This south bound train
Bits of the city
Like stained glass still
Reflecting in my brain
I love those dirty streets
Ducking into half-lit
Drunken retreats
4 am coffee shops
Where poets talk and whine
Waiting for love or hates
Neon sign
A few hours left
On this south bound train
Thoughts of you
Pool in my brain

Philly Drunk and Disorderly

My nose is bleeding
Maybe broken
I have a chipped molar
My eye is tender and swollen
I'm drunk and recently
I made a fool of myself
In public
Ha ha
A punching bag for a barfly
But this pain is better
Than the last pain I felt

Sleep Winter

I wake up
Drowning in paper
And words,numbers
Calendars and history
I feel the pain of a broken heart
As it beats a broken beat
Making the pain in my left arm flare
Running on carbonated energy
My mind spins out of control
And like the hobo it is
Jumps a train that runs a track
That brings it back
Faster faster
Thoughts blur by like the country side
Another random weekend in Philadelphia
Where the sun always shines
I walk city streets to ease my mind
And wake to my flannel sheets and
The dog whining for his breakfast

Random Thoughts in Sequence

Streetlight dreams
Cheap like dollar store candles
And discount laundry detergent
It was still dark when
I dragged my ass from bed today
I beat the sun to the punch
And the oolong tea in my belly
Keeps me warm on these icy walks
I just feel like rambling today
I just feel like not making sense

Snow Queen

Is this just a dream
Holding you in my arms again
Hearing your voice whispering
In my ear
Feeling your lips on mine
Ghostly kisses
That wake me
To reality

Last Night, In the Dream

Last night
In the dream
Everyone played their
Parts perfectly
I was the Devil
All top-hat and coattails
I could eloquently turn the ear
Of anyone I met
Or sink islands into the sea
At my whim


I smiled a little when I woke up
This morning

Hum

Wanting
Waiting
Wasting
Fading
Away

Down in the Pits

I can see the sharks
Circling,
But keeping distance
Smelling my blood in
The clear blue water
I can't tell my
Friends from my enemies
The surgeons scapel
From the killers knife
But I'm not going
To die like this
A small fire still
Burns somewhere
Lighting my way home
And I'll rip down
The sky and make
Cities crumble
To reach that Haven
To find some Peace

Slight of Hand

Depleated
Up all night
Waging war
Against the devil
And his minions
Fleeing with only
My scars and a
Half full bottle of gin
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
A ragged prince
Of words
Ruling over a chaotic kingdom

Error Electric

Time travlers
Solace seeking
Famine feasting
Breaking bread
Losing leverage
Running risks
Killing kindness
Charming chaos
Applying averages
Skipping stones
Telling tales

Burnt Out

This distance that feels
Like the space between Earth
And its Sun
Radiates a silence and a cold
That stabs the heart like an icepick
Quiet
Remembering those child like
Sunday afternoons
The giggles and smiles
Feeling complete
But my path is full of
Immovable boulders
I struggle to find a way over or around
I carve my name in the side of the stone
A mile marker for my life
The burdens we carry are our own
Until our backs break under the weight
Of our accomplishments

Biochem

My heart pumps ink
And words that flitter
Across my pupils
Sometimes pouring from my mouth
A deluge of idiocy
The future grabs me by the wrist
To let me know it's arrived
I beat it to death with a crowbar
Forged in the heat of my imperfections

Spare Parts

I control the tides
With my left hand
And that makes me
The king of lunatics
I like to imagine
I'm more than just
A heart on the shelf
A brain in a jar