Parking Tickets

I don't mind the PPA
They do their job
everyday
Break the law
you pay the price
keep your nose clean
that's my advice

Choked myself with the power cord
Can't get approval from the Regional board
they think my ideas are all too strange
not far to go until I'm fully deranged
that's what they say

To change the past
I build machines
No one knows
what I mean
It's a way
To fix mistakes
It keeps me busy
While my heart aches

Got carried away with feeling bad
Let go of all I had
Broke you and I broke myself
Aww fuck it all to Hell

Like some haunting melody

your first name
is everywhere I go
everywhere
It seems to follow me
like a lost puppy
every time I think I have escaped
I read it
hear it
everywhere
what the fuck
banging pots together in my head
buzzing in my ear
distracting me
digging up old bones
and sighing life back into them
I know years will pass
before I ever hear your voice again

Stuck in my Head

Flustered in a dizzy haze
Sorting through my yesterdays
Do you know what you want
Something you already own
Or someone who just slipped away
It's nothing at all like you thought
Lessons not easily learned
Learning how to crash and burn
We sparkle like a falling star
Never knowing who we are
We just keep rollin on
And on and on and on

Day Break Diner

Alarms sound
take cover
Your emotional nuclear bomb
devastated the alter I built to you
damaged like these poems
not perfect like your face
which I remember just so
Some days I just want to hear
your voice
or those three words
you use to whisper to me in the night
Some dreams I reach out to touch
and find that you are not there
but somewhere with someone
our hands no longer entwined
that is the real tragedy
the one that keeps spirits restless

Dark in the Morning

Wind howls
Voice lost in feedback
Some love is never done
Rain pounding pane
Breaks cracks splinters
Mistakes take their toll
Changes bring more changes
Certain songs cause tears to fall
Old friend
Don't let me go

Two or Three Days Dirty

You invade my dreams every night
Sometimes you still love me
Other times dressed in white
Burning bright
Spotlight
I stand tall
like giants
Fall from beanstalks
Why now when the past should be nothing but that
The past
Ghosts running fingers through hair
Blowing candles out of windows
I worship at deaf alters
Pray to dead Gods
Every night you invade my dreams
Burning bright
Stage light
Never to love again
Fucking Hell

Straight Razor

Pound my head against a metal wall
Guess I can feel pain after all
It's a daily sickness I can't ignore
What the hell am I fighting for
I try to make it right
Bad dreams every night
Frustrated with the path I took
Wish I lived in a story book
Only one thing left that brings me joy
The smile from my baby boy
I need to learn to forget
can't spend my life upset

The Man Pointed His Gun

He said
I lost my religion at 16
and fumbled my philosophy shortly after that
I have done unspeakable things
unspeakable

He said
you know nothing of sadness
or of love
just chemical imbalances
fluids not mixing in your brain
not mixing

He said
I know about lights going from yellow to red
the squealing of the tires
the scraping of the metal
copper smell of life

He said
you only know the heavy lidded night
filled with caffeine and
nicotine whores
bleeding affection
while I am more than that

He said
You were nothing to her
a passing phase
a dream not worth dreaming
she only does what she thinks others want
she only does what she is told
as evident by her choices

He said
the most interesting thing in the world
is how we work as creatures
our tendencies
our predilections

He said
He said
wake now from this
wake now from this
wake now from this

Warrior on Wednesday

Silence is surrender
but I am never quiet
armed and ready for war
I no longer let fear rule
you set up the battlefield
like boardgames
you  run the risk of losing
losing losing
like all those times before
your hand is never dealt the way you want it to be
and I have age and wisdom on  my side
and much stronger ammunition

The Days of the Month

My heart hangs heavy
Weighted by the world
some parts may no longer work as designed
Broken
this perfect machine
and no New Years resolutions are fixing it

I return to it like a drug
An addiction
A strange fixation
Sadness is a comfortable home
The food is good and familiar
the bed warm
The pillow tear stained
and no one cares if I murder Love while it sleeps
all warm and cozy in its sheets

Simple

Dirty dreams
A future that was not
I climb back into my box
set the controls
and drift back to sleep
Time's tide will move me
Take me where I need to go

Rambling in Space

Long lakes
Stretch through plains
Outside my portal
I have burnt out motherboards
Shorted out diodes
Hard light cuts through metal
My inventions litter the courtyard
I have been to planets upon planets
Searched the cosmos
I am old and young all at once
Long lakes swim fish
Feed the beasts that roam plains
I have escaped city streets
This all ends
Ends with question marks and confusion
I don't even know what I'm saying

Spark Plugs and Gasoline

Why do we lie to ourselves
And to each other
We know the script of our hearts
Know what's written on the inside
Speaking false
Or half truths to those we love
Sort through shoebox memories
Make plans for sunny days
Tiny birds land in my hand
I am magic
And you miss my spell
You cannot stay away
you cannot help yourself

You to Thank

Some days I can not help
Can not help but think about putting this to rest
Put these words to sleep
I am sad inside
And these poems are just a repeat
A rerun
A rewrite
Blinded by white
Rewrite
Sea light

It's the Match

That lit the flame
It made you fall
in love again
The corner of the street
That barking dogs collect on
Chasing rabbits like roving packs of
Teenage girls chase skinny boys
Confused by seaside towns
Ocean cliffs
Fishing trips
Artic winds push couples
Into sheltered doorways
Missing something special
These mobile devices
Light our way to an impersonal future

No Further Questions

The king and queen are black and red
They stand tall like Titans
Broken like teenage dreams
It is filth and sickening synapses
Monarchy mad
I love
Love
Broken axel and rusted tank
who is gonna fix this flat tire
So this jagged road can complete its journey
Burger joints and old folk telling us
What a perfect couple we make
ahh memory of Friday nights
I am neon lights and urges