Toxic Things

Red light to green
I'm just mean
In my well worn jeans
That you bought me umpteen
Years ago
Do you know
Why I can't smile
All these dusty miles
Running burning
Belly churning
I'm still yearning
Even though it's all in vain
Love in my veins

Cosmic Storm

Blue marble round
Black sea
White chalk circle
Spinning in and around
Flame on the head of a match
Passing traffic
Splashes rain
Washes clean new tin roof
Sleepless 4 am
Storm clouds yawn
Drops on windows sparkle
Like diamonds in the ocean

Summer Lovin

Who will I be when I awake
The man that loves you
Or the the man that will put sinister plans in motion
August do you love
Do you love me still
My head pounds in the darkness
My blood pours from my nose
Your air is hot and heavy
I drive south
South
Forward and away
August you lead to September
Who waits patiently with dagger in hand

Night Sky Grown Tired

A thousand hands reach out in the night and scatter my molecules across the cosmos
Send me reeling through fifty million days
How long has it been since I have heard the sound of your voice
Years and years
Your absence devastates me
Drowns me in my own
I smell smoke and flee the scene
Rambling in the way that only I know how
Putting it all in print
Presenting evidence
Please wake up now
Please wake up now
I am
Only
Framing
This dream
For future reference
A thousand hands reach up for me
Scattering my molecules out into your night sky to become the stars you wish upon

Walkin Through Walls

You shift and phase in and out of my thoughts
I have been sick with images of you
Snapshots in my brain like pictures hidden in a shoebox
Found all dusty and once forgotten
You are a happy little bunny rabbit
I am what I am
Building bomb shelters to protect me from my own meltdowns
You walk through me
A semi-visible phantom
Sending chills through me
I wake with tears in my eyes and I can't remember why
It's intense isn't it
The passing of days
The measuring of minutes
The letting go

The Modern Age

I step into the time stream
Let it carry me away
These experiments
They are adventures in failure
Transmissions
This town is full of memories
So we experiment with wires and waves
Ways to forgets
Bumps on the brain
I am beginning to believe that I will never forget
So I erase instead
With laser beams and electric machines

Concuss

I have been hitting my head a lot
Not figuratively but literally
Hitting my head on the same beam in my basement
it hasn't been good for me
The last time I did it was yesterday and
I swear I tasted blood in my mouth and felt something in me squish
I haven't felt right since
Carrying on internal dialogues with past loves
Second guessing grocery store purchases
Feeling sort of woozy
Remembering the smell of apple blossoms
trying too hard to capture lightning in a bottle
Trying too hard to erase timelines

You Do Not Know The Way

Does it ever get better
This feeling of mundane
The dirty dishes and sweeping of floors
These everyday lives lived over and over
A billion times
will there ever be a night free of dreams of you
Free of spinning heads and dizzy visions
I am tired of words
I am tired of the futures
I am tired of racing rats and locking grids
My ankles are stained green from mowing grass
And pulling weeds
Hands dirty from soil
I am happy here in the front yard
Toiling with the land

Burned

Do you even come here
Speak my name
Invoke my memory
Am I a dead thing
Lingering
Will silence prevail
My altar cold
My scripture forgotten
Winter broken
Cold cracked
Are these words falling on deaf ears
Echoing out to no one

The Only Key

It's that final push
I go sailing down the basement stairs
Tumbling flailing
Breaking cracking
I lie bleeding laughing
In the middle of the vertigo
All your plans have come to fruition
But
Bit by bit
My curses will hang over you like storm clouds
That's why I laugh as I bleed into the driving rain
My love my love
I lay dying and laughing through broken teeth

You Can Beat The Living Daylights Right Out Of Me

I miss you terribly somedays
My pen dry
It makes me wonder if there are days
When I am all you can dream of
Ghosts creaking up summer stairs
Bringing back dusty memories
We swim upstream like lost lovers
Far from caring
Back then we were different people I guess
Silence now
Silence
I lay awake at night
Dreaming with open eyes
My fingers bleed with frustration
My art lies dying at my feet
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang
But with a tweet