The last traces of paper squares

Razing your mind and sticking to consciousness

The milk of loneliness and a sleepless night

cirlcles running and sheep scared of fences

a train running late; forgetful

Dropping thoughts down the abyss

Do you hear them hit the bottom?

Stuck listening

Striking calluses, I feel it now

Letting the fingers trip over familiar strings

A returning runner meeting an old hill

It’s like a left it

But the bed is now cold

Trying to pull the lightbult from your mouth

The II-V-I

High highs and strange lows

The deaths float by

A bird seems to see the glass

Are they trying to break the glass or break?

Why?

They keep hitting

A quick flam tap and there two go

A collar is a noose

Red is a color that sleeps well

Forgettable person

I forgot you

Why is it now I remember

After you died once i forgot

Now I remember

Is it now innapropriate to be quiet and apologetic?

I am not sorry

God I love to say it though

Quiet slurred words met with masks

Opinions are polarizing

They are right and your are wrong

Discussion is effort and they don’t have time for you.

You didn’t have time for them.

Forgettable person what would you tell me?

Drink?

Smoke?

Laugh?

Fuck?

Have a puppet show with socks?

Late nights and cheap flavored vodka?

Climbing decks and cheap paper squares?

Cigarettes and swerving runs?

I thought you had a fiance.

Shit hit it but you seemed to be a fan.

You had a penchant for hitting fowl balls

she need you you know

The MS and now you.

What do you think youre doing?

what do you think you did?

He, she, them, me

We needed you

We needed to know that you were alive.

I forgot you.

I confess I forgot you and I’m sorry.

YOU did this

YOU selfish bastard

you

If were were sitting around that fire, what would you say?

Could you tell me that it was an accident?

Could you tell her?

Just come get a damn drink with me.

Call me. I dont want pictures and pseudosocials.

I want to talk to you.

I want to play dodge the goddamn mulch

I want to play trash ball

The kind of games brought on by a deluge of deranged creativity

The kind reserved for the terminally bored pumped full of Ritalin and criticism

Blond swagger

Women throwing themselves at you

Dirty jokes and travel

Young redheaded women and inopportune stumblings

Playing pool, listening to music

Making cheese steaks and why are you dead?

Tell me a joke

A shiva of thoughts isn’t so helpful

But how helpful is a shitty casserole?

You arent forgettable.

You should have had a happy family

Worked at a tire store and fucked off into the sunset but you had to not be forgettable

You had to carve your name bloody on my eyelids.

Let me sleep.

The mornings eve

the fever hits me again

and you come to tell me all the girls I love

I want you

not the way you want me to

but all I have are pockets and how their sides rub

You call to me

like how every night you do

with that old whining tune of love me

I give to you

but all I had to do

not what you want me to

but to wrap your head about what I do

my sleeves are red

won't you please just cut this cord

or love yourself before you love me.

I knew we couldn't do this for much more

Throw me off and kick me down

down to the floor

but the knife pierced the sky

to carve the daylight

the hands are dry

Tie down the rays

and cap their ends

coated in greys

Ill shake your hand

watch me crease my eyes

Just like I planned

Down to the floor

The hands are dry

Coated in greys

Just like I planned

Head in my hands

Ripped jeans and ragged sleeves

clothes scattered on the floor and dirty dishes

unshaven faces and violent minds

still music breathing through a plastic bag

hands in the carpet and cement on the desk

a reoccurring name on a screen and churning

the singularity pulls and the wanes

The waffling of the fluorescent light

Papers stare and the dull blue lights flares

Vices dance like harlequins

Sex and loneliness saunter past

A bull in a china shop

A face whips and stares with all the clarity of a flame

Smother it

The black dog chases its tail

ceiling tiles wilt with eyes affixed

Hands on my face through the plastic

Hands that once loved me

But my parrot sings

Sings so loud and piercing

With brilliant feathers and a sharp beak

The abyss grows further

The hands from the carpet grab me

Almost blue and maybe green

Curly hair and a wisp of chewing gum

Lustful memories with the image of what the hands saw

Don't kiss me

Don't call the name

Let the past fade with lyrics on the tip of your tongue

When you come back "I'll still be here"

So leave

And let me lie

In the end I am weak

In the end I fell on black days

Across the new divide I found I'd been outshined

He cast a shadow on my sun

I let it bleed and I blead out

I sat alone and cold like a stone

So I followed you and gave them their hunger strike

When you look at what I've done

You can call me a dog

Face the spoonman

But I fought numb

When I look at you now

See you laugh at the feeling

Judas said you understood me

Awake ever yearning

Laugh again at the celling

The others drifted right through me

Sleep in aberrations

No escape from the haunting

Aspartame had tried to tell me

Why has it just started

The loop that's always playing

Sadistic joy, watch you cut me

Its just red never pink

Why am I always thinking

Don't say hi I'll say I love you

I saw the box

what I left there for you

a package lustful mouths took

why does the color red hang deep

why does the dollar bill laugh with such colored tones

with such space and distance

A carrot on a stick

Candor from feted fingers

A fine exchange of osmosis

from something great to something empty

To watch pink eyes stare down projections

To wrestle with angels

Climb down the ladder

Try and catch something wedged between stones

And to realize you cannot hold it

But only choose between stones.

So bite your thumb

Laugh at the manacles

Black is ephemeral

A drum beat in the still

The beat to which the people march

motivated by the repetition.

Its hard to zip up the suit

the zipper gets caught

dunked into water

Pulled out clean

Purfumed a pig in a dress

cut your dimples in the mirror

made deaf with plastic

blind behind the glass

start my trek

tunnel vision makes it quick

Noise ameliorates quiet

The screaming silence

tandom lips flapping

Lipped figures

To placate only themselves

The fleeting time I have with you

Like all the time spent before

Let the glass turn rose

I always love you

Your face is

In every

Door

Just please don't make me stand up

Please let me sit a while

and drink a little more

Your face is so damn perfect

a marred moon ever gorgeous

I beat against my moor

Why wont you fucking leave me

Your company just hurts me

I'm stuck behind a door

Your hair upon my pillow

and bottles on the floor

more and more I love you

The chore I now abhor.