Sever forever but try to remember how good it was to you
a Seven hundred thousand coming back to you.
We’ll put up signs and change the eggs and drive with dolls on top of cars
Seven hundred thousand coming back to you.

Weekend boredom is such a curse
and being here is so much worse.
But every time I leave I just come back again.
The pact is sealed. The pack is set.
Those who know feel right at home.
Being here is better than gray solitude.

Ten years back, I’m down the road.
Being happy later is my only goal.
Ten years back, I hate this place.
No one should be forced to have to grow up this way.
But looking back, it turned around.
I was once ashamed but now I’m finally proud.

Assuming more
Assuming way too much
Aside from space is there a finite crutch?
Is it far from touch?
Aligned inside there’s hardly air to burn
Like flies on wound the memories return
Without saying a word

A language far away
The words are hard to say
The game is hard to play

Replacing proud and plus
Retracing lines of trust

Instead of choice intention coils rebirth
While walking true you can never be so sure
With every thought deterred.
Assuming more
Assuming way too much
Aside from space is there a finite crutch?
Is it far from touch?

Had the mind a thousand times
but syllables were choking signs.
Talking straight might integrate what writing down makes easy now.
Uninterested again—too self to play today.
Cow and milk brought to the hilt
but cast and staged on backward day.

Need a body to stay up late?
Needed someone to fill the space?
No need to reciprocate anymore.

Deep down it’s finally coming true.
Thank god I’m finally over you.
Once asked might see some light and truth.

Approximate exactitude.

I’ll hide all night inside a place I’ve never been
Until the sun comes up again.
But ever after there’s a void and not a face.
It’s the look and not the taste.

I’ll try coming down
And I’ll think out loud
And I’ll watch you flirt away

This put a brick cloud almost directly overhead
Until I smile and fall again.
A path of roses under a path of broken glass
Is still too dangerous to pass.

One face in public and one in the drain
Windfall ego but deficit brain
We’re sliding forward slightly faster
Below the surface there’s more of the same

It turns out I was thinking something good
But right now how come I should?
And right now I’m thinking something about

Holding out
Holding in

With these lungs it’s hard to breathe
Big brains together can hardly believe
We’re sliding forward slightly faster
We found a new name for disease

Holding softly now and I don’t believe
Growing slowly by the marks on my sleeve
And you grant no reprieves

A perfect forum for a mess
Taking wills to the test
Just like everything you said to me just to see me bleed.

“You just be quiet and stop your thinking. That’s what you’ll get from me.”
“I’ll go for normal. You’ll do your best. That’s what you’ll get from me.”

I know holding everything to breathe.

Promise nothing.
Blanket sorries.
And I don’t know what’s worse, but in the end I swore that I won’t be the source.

Written clearly over and over.
The medicine you wore is wearing old and thin.
But no one needs it more.

In the distance you’re fading slowly. I’ll be honest—I don’t know.
Watching silence in the midst of motion I just want to explode.
Speaking freely there’s a subtle brilliance. Every stanza brings home.
More than action there’s a silent wisdom: Why just live because there’s more?

Looking up while laying down
Open ears for familiar sounds
Some say quick and others say proud
Staying clean while making a mess
She’s bathing discreetly with time to confess
Maybe more or definitely less?

The blackened walls
And frequent calls
She’s taking back.

Just like she told you so.

Plural purpose by polar design
Building walls without even trying
Changing face at the drop of a dime
Sadly holding on the past
Waking up Sunday with Saturday’s trash
Looking at next week but too scared to ask

She’s seeing red
And playing dead
She’s taking back.

Take me over
Hold me over

You will never taste the long goodbye

Another verse to share and trying to compare this ordinary cold.
And if I hold you there, awake and seconds late; astute toward amber.
A morning everywhere; distorting covered shares; absorbing others.

Loosely beaming under golden grandeur.
Alliance disordinance and it occurred.
Another trial and another verdict every time I see you.

christmas list 1999
one letter between the TV
I want you to see an essay ASAP

But I don’t want you to be too angry with me.
Some will say no libido isn’t crazy
future leads are ending lately

unless we show iris locking down
I risk losing crown
so you should let me know

we both hit so high at the exact same time.

There aren’t people here
Nothing too sincere
Making sure to leave the last one out filled with doubt
Talking everywhere
Making rips and tears
Why can’t everything be as I was told when I was six years old?

Next time I’m a long distance recipe
Next time I’m ollie ollie oxen free
Next time I’m a silver bullet to the head
Next time I’m never coming back again

It follows me up and down
I’ll bury it in the ground
I can’t help but think that I’m to blame and you’re just the same
Lose what you prepare
I’m already there
I’m already in the no return and I can hear it burn

This is the last time I go home
This is the last time I go it alone
This is the last time I call it home

I know where I’m coming from
I’ve looked at the center of the sun
I knew it would drop like lead
I knew that when it did

I’d be there.

Ambrosia is my only reward
It rarely ever comes anymore
If somehow I could make it stay
If somehow I had my way

It’d be here.

Trading lessons by trading medicines
he’ll defend it in 3/4 time
Orange over this staid ignominy
This angel lottery on a dotted line

Somewhere closer to truth in comedy
Every offering is six steps back
See it coming like a fly on the highway
Try it my way—I’m nowhere fast

But I’d go home
if only I’d known
There’s trouble in symmetry.
Intrinsically it was the last song he wrote.

But a song that good is understood.
We don’t even know the name
But it feels the same when your eyes are closed.

You’ll be there to hold my tongue in for me.
And I swear it’s only me here waiting.
Coming soon I’ll be as white as lightning.
I’ll be cold and frightening.
Just to make a point.

So where did the real you go anyway?
Or have we ever met in the first place?
Some things bloom and others fade to nothing.
I guess this is one thing that has a longer half-life.

It feels I’m talking to myself.
I finally find out now I’m anchored to black and blue.

Eyebrows down to color every expression.
But where’s the sound that you put all your worries in?
Even now I feel my bones are splinters.
They crumble every winter just to heal again.

Thinking back to trading bliss for ignorance.
Right on track with losing every confidence.
Pretty close to what I’d call shattering.
I felt my lungs were flattening with every passing word.