if could sleep for ever
maybe i would
feel much better
if i could dream
loud enough to
drown out the anger
maybe things
would get better

im not crazy
the voices
are just

internal dialogue

just maybe
this device is
not the best

somewhat flawed

so i like
to think
im a normal
thoughtful
person

although i
haven’t anything
to offer
other than
subversion

it takes awhile
longer than you’d think
longer than a minute
less than a lifetime
but soon enough
you too will forget
what’s worth remembering
it too will be…
left on the soft shoulder
along the interstate
or a country road
carelessly tossed
out of a window
from a passing vehicle
whose make and model
is undetermined
cause its not important
to the storyline
and low and beyond
neither are you
blurred through
constant motion
and forever travelling
an endless distance
bound by
a stretch of time
or length of road
or as you see fit
by any other means
its just as well
left undefined

you say
i’m in league
with the darkness
i love
how warm it is
enveloped in an
ever expanding blackness
i never waste time
worrying
about a means
to who’s end
and who needs friends
when they mean nothing anyway
i laugh and nod
it’s true
at least…
that’s what they say

she is as brilliant as the moon
makes her entrance
and fills the room
the darkest corner comes to light
like smiles escaping gloom

this spectacle leaves me awestruck
and wrestling with my tongue
over what words apply
cause they all seem right
until my mouth opens
and they come out all wrong

releasing an incoherent blur
with drunken lisp and slur
even if I could explain
none if it would matter
she thinks she’s being clever
conveniently making it
more comfortable for her
by assigning tasks that are impossible
or at best, improbable.

It’s not my fault
i’m finding
you intoxicating
as soon as
i breathe you in
the room starts to spin
the walls they cave in
and I can
barely control myself
i’m not sure what it is
or what it was
but there’s a lesson
i probably should of learned
a long long time ago

she said what the fuck
this has to stop
we can’t keep on
but you keep coming on
and i don’t have the will
to keep fighting you off
somethings gotta give
cause it feels too good
and I’m starting to wish
for more and more…

i’d pour my heart out
until nothings left
and i’ll find there isn’t
much for me to object
as hours slide by
the more I find my
lost connections
and stern objections
are just imagined
an elaborate
alternate reality
i’ve become trapped in

you pretend to struggle
although we both know
its futile to resist
and our lips connect
the sensation lifts
releasing waves of energy
in convulsive fits

concentrating on
pulling you in
by the
nape of your neck
as my fingers
grip your skin
following a gasp
you’re chasing
your breath
all while I’m
drawing the air
out of your lungs
just as easily
as these
word spill
from my tongue

you pretend to struggle
although we both know…
its futile to resist

it’s been weeks
since my mind dried up
the silence is relaxing
but I’ve been thinking
and yeah
that’s oh so dangerous…

ive got
something against
people in love
yes
some still chase
that myth
wide eyed
and
bushy tailed
jumping
head first
into the abyss
no questions asked
gone for days
but never
missed
rather than
being happy
with
finding any hint
of happiness
we seek to
detach this
emotion
cause its
selfish
and most often
misinterpreted