so your going north
to escape your…
that’s another story
for the mouths of time
another lesson
you can’t leave behind
not that I
can change your mind
but nothing heals
wounds like these
better than time
so your heading north
or whatever
I’m left here
with this
emptiness
or whatever
i can’t make you stay
my hands are tied
and
my lips were sealed
by a finger
pressed against my…
so your moving
north for the summer
but it’s not seasonal
it’s forever

just laugh
and say its cute
i’m surrendering
the never ending
high speed pursuit

she is my
poisoned apple
and i
took a second bite
now i
cant stop my
mind
from racing
nor can i
sleep
at night

hours are liars
minutes
abed the enemy
seconds move to favor themselves
you’ll see

for time
is no friend of mine
brings me to my knees
almost effortlessly
and for years now
Ive been holding myself down

i know i
cant be the why
or happy until i
swallow your poison

choke on
words
i might of said
or meant to
eject from my head
a moment
too late
as its
always said….

my head swims
while my
mind drowns

get the hard
part down

get the hard
part down

you’re a
fleeting moment
you have
no history with this
this is the end
and its
as bitter as
the sweetest taste
as it flees your lips

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