feel bad for me
for when i close my eyes
no matter how hard i try
i can’t see you naked
it’s only in my dreams
this is achieved
far less tangible
in that state
the torture
is unbearable
as the road winds
through time i find i’ve
willingly driven into
the mouth of madness

full on
running on empty
lost in
whats the difference
between
in love and obsessed
wonder now
is there time
for what is
left

in between
commitment
and the rest
should i
confess
peel the
heart from
my chest
double down
on all bets
or continue to
repress
ashamed
in silent protest
fill this void
with emptiness

she stole
the warmth
from the sun
and joy from
the sky

she is
cascading
beauty
an avalanche
that sweeps
the landscape

and i am
the mountain
i remember
her touch
and long
for the
winter to return

false hope
a length of rope
take a moment
to gasp and choke
on the air
you pollute
with the
words you choose
slung from
the tip of
your tongue
while you linger
lurking
from a distance
hands still
blistered
and calloused
from clinging too
false hope
a length of rope
faith delivered
and revoked
that’s me
your indian giver”

on’t go
entertain me
not like
i can control you but
something wants me to
escape with you

afloat on a cloud
absent of sound
the faster i climb
the quicker the
silence grows loud
its just the wind
rushing past now
a swan dive into
the emptiness
past the cliffs
breaking the surface
deepest in the caverns
of the darkest abyss
locked in a gaze with
this is
order to chaos
as love is to
an anarchist
pipebombs and
shrapnel
sealed with a kiss

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.