i cant sing i cant sing i cant sing
no i
cant
sing
i cant sing i cant sing i cant sing
but ive got
more to say
and i dont need a soabox
or creepy pulpit
just your time to share
but i cant walk into
crowded streets
or i’ll just
dissapear
like oxygen
like oxygen
into the thinning air
never lock
eye to eye
escaping the
judging
stares
rotating
and shuffling in
life’s game of
musical chairs
where the silence comes
as everything stops
and breaks between
the resonating clusters
of molecules in the air
positive and negative
atoms bursting with
a barely audible
soft popping sound
like the bubble wrap
of endless math
protecting the
equations from
start to end
whether ground shipped
or 2nd day air
and i dont know
but I dont think
that i care
i dont think
i dont think
no i dont think
but I’m not sure
I’m not sure
no I’m not sure
that god cursed me
i dont know
i dont know why
but i think
god cursed me

is it noon yet?
my mind slips adrift
for there is no better time
for my work day to eclipse
a moment of freedom
a moment of bliss…
a morning edured through
the promise of this.
whether realized or not
occured so often it’s lost its spot
I wouldn’t find it concievable
for the day to veer from its plot
my moments of sanity forever
encapusalted by a forget me not.

don’t put your trust in
electronic transmission
to err is human

your time
it’s theirs
behind desks
filling chairs
rapping keys
casting stares
tapping rhythms
collected in pairs
through mouths like speakers…
that hardly blare
kept at a minimal level
as to disperse
the gathering
to dull their influence
and any opinions
that may flare
that’s what its for
can’t please
everyone anymore

to those with
a discerning ear
what a drag
they snicker and sneer
gotta put a label
on everything they hear
thats why
I say
forget about death
while your still alive
working for, means
you gotta put in
your 25
or submit
to a
better plan
thinking about
what a life
this would of been
what a time
it could of been
what an end
its gonna be
a backwards scheme
what a
way to dream

soft white cloud hangs low
colorless and shimmering
as my cold hand shakes

memory fails me
consumption keeps me happy
temporarily

ake up
empty fist
clenching
cold wet sheets
sweat drenched in sleep
your frantic mind
broke with dawn
like they
break
your back
the slave driving
the endless
gaze
the eyes tiring
hands swollen
from grinding
fat fingers
fumbling
with the pen
you use to
draft your
letter of resignation
writing instrument
keeps slipping
for
there is
no blood coursing
carpel tunnel
leaves numbness
in your extremities
your scars are
forever
the middle class worker
dooomed to
flourish in
mediocracy
houses
cars
kids
family
you are
the top 10 percent
of the bottom 20 something
its the american dream
and you’re its victim

i talk out loud
into empty rooms
that echo
my misguided intentions
return to sender
your response is
non existent
so i write cause no one listens…

i’ve got a flaw
yeah
no one is perfect
so you say
so i hear
so i’ve been told
we’ve all got problems
not that i strive for it
that’s apparent
but it would be nice
to be perfect

now your thinking
whats with
all this whining
i’ve got hangups too
we all do
in that sense
you’re nothing special
flawed and hung up
on nothing
you can mention

whats a lover
whats a friend
these
faded definitions
of what I am
no relation to
any of them

i’m the heaving collapse
you’re the time elapsed
i’m the cold wet earth
you’re the universe
i’m the buoy on the tide
you’re the oceans wake at night
i’m the sand bar that erodes away
just enough for you to stay
you’re the suns warmth
in arms outstreched
with palms drenched
even standing still
you make me sweat
maybe if I pass out
i’ll forget this time
i’m the heaving collapse
you’re the fighting gasp
i’m the cold wet earth
and you’re my universe