Foreign Disputes

a knife, pushed into my side
swearing to it's esoteric faultlines
bullets and missiles discreetly symbolic
of the words used between school kids

the letters push the margins a little further away
and for the sake of art, we make the same
repetitive mistakes
(for repetition soothes the savage beast)

I am a burial of my past indiscretions
I am a plot of land that shall forever be fought for
I am a bullet in a loaded gun
I am a human sacrifice to appease God

where do children go when they die?
a moment in succession preceding the last breath
I am an epilogue

Addition

Relieved,

I guess, would be the word for it

In this minute I feel as if my life

is meant for more

more than what it's worth

like addition,

two individual numbers

when paired

become something greater 

than their individual selves

and I, like a number,

am greater

when paired with you.

is it safe to say that you, like me,

feel the same?

this is change

on a corner
hands in pockets
screaming for attention
you say you want to change the world
well I know that it's a waste of time
we were born into this
we were born into all of this
this empty void between here and there
so i stand, complacent
and i wonder
how's it going to end?

cancerous light

you are a beam of light coming down from the heavens
shining downward upon my face
burning like a galaxy
leaving me unarmed

every man wishes to become legend
every time given it's chances
but here, under this light, i am helpless.

LOVE

Love is a burning airplane
waiting to become wreckage

smoking cigarettes makes me feel like Frank Sinatra

here we sing the praises of an early death
gone but not forgotten, forgotten but not gone
we climb to new highs, to reach the inevitable low
and at that low is where we test our strength.

here we sing the praises of rotting meat
dead and rotten, rotten and dead
we reach for the sky
but to no avail

i watched the sun rise and fall
i watched the building burn
i watched as you reached for help
and i laughed

burn or drown

cut me like paper and tear me from the page.

until the ink bleeds through

i used to be a page in your book

but now i'm the ash in your ashtray

you smoked me like a cigarette

until i burned out

and become mere trash on the roadside

one year and several months

burned away

i was that picture on your wall

now i'm just a broken frame

you picked me off like a scab

and the blood just keeps coming

and became memory

this is my last wish

to be destroyed in a fit

of self destruction

burning like gasoline on water

it's either burn or drown

entirelyfuckinggone

i want to sink.
into the bottom of a river.
completely wasted.
as you stand on the edge.
laughing.
crying.
not entirely caring.
i want to sink into a river
drown my sorrows
drown my ambitions
drown everything

Sylvia, honey, you sure had one thing right.

In the Event That This All Goes Terribly Wrong

Disappearing like the fog

It feels a little slower

Scattered like roses

Countless roses

On top of a funeral pyre

Never reavealing their true form
'Til they turn to ash, and
Eventually die
Buried under

Six feet of dirt

While they weep

For their dignity

alphabet

numbers and letters are bloodcells

they bring language and speech to life

like a thousand dreaming sleepers

they reveal our innermost thoughts

without them we would be paralyzed

left for dead on our beds

never to dream again

Better

i have an itch creating a great divide
between regions in my mind i can't design
caught in an avalanche falling under snow
how far down can i sink before i fall below?
the winter is cold here, i bet it makes you cold too
a landslide is coming, it's pulling me through
this cold cold air is folding me too
into tiny shapes of paper with no hint or clue

i was a satellite hovering above you
i was that twinkling light, shining blue
like flourescent light in the dark of night
i will shine on you

i have a pain i've been meaning to fix
and film rushing by these two second clips
my eyes aren't vacant dear, they're just itching for you
and if i were pulling you under, i'll go under too
i was wishing on a star and it was crashing to the ground
sometimes the ugliest words make the prettiest sound
i have an itch that's been burning for you
and if you were a star i'd be burning too

i was a satellite hovering above you
like some shimmering star that's twinkling blue
like neon lights in the dark of the winter
i'll realize it was you

Last Sound the Drunkard Made

pull my strings
make me swell
up like a balloon
then float off
into the midday sky
tip your hat
to the passing of time
to the passing
to the passing of time
to the passing
hey kid,
don't you know better
than to be messin' around
with fire?
your arms like tree branches
stuck full of needles
don't you know better
than to be messin' around
with bullets
your head full of lead
and bricks around your feet
the nation watches you sink
straight down that well
to the very very bottom
to the very bottom of that well
y'better learn to swim before you drown

Long Live the King

a thin tall man wearing a long black oil coat
spilling his words on the hardwood floor
he emptied that cup boy
he never knew how to let you know
the syllables all seem incoherent now
walking with 30 dollars in his pocket
walking with a cane
he fell out and fell hard
out that window
late one winter's night
hitting the concrete
the last words he spoke
"long live the king"

three haikus

beating like a drum
this fire burns out of control
and we found a voice

foreign bodies fall
like satellites to the ground
the sound will echo

i am the fear you,
while sleeping, feel in your bones
i am your fear now

let the sound of our triumph ring loud in our ears forever

pounding
a thousand fists
to a tempo of tension
the irony fits like a glove
and our eyes glossy
faces beat red
like neon
lights

if this was the sound of our triumph
let it ring loud into the night
knowing that that night
will live forever
in our heads

let it ring
this vicious sound
of victory

we witnessed the rise and fall

of the sun and the moon

like frostbitten fingers

on a winter morning

i ache from the sound

of my heart skipping beats

and every note to every song

pushes itself into my skin

and i ache from the sound

of my bones breaking

under the weight

of gravity

we will soar

like Icarus

to the sun

and seconds

before our wings

melt and break

we will realize

there are no

heroes

here

I Need You

i need you like an electric chair
arsenic is your kiss
you, like poison, move me +
set me ablaze
like a witchburning
like a telephone call
like a melting of steel

i need you like a bullet
shot through my skull
splattering my intelligence
all over the wall behind me
like a firing squad
like an assassination
like a robbery

i need you like cancer
eating away at my organs
your love fills me with
a sense of being
a sense of life
a sense of gain

i need you like the gallows
my feet dangling off of you
reflecting off of the eyes
of awestruck children

you fill me with the insatiable urge
to become a violent storm
roaring with the energy of love
pulling strings
pushing doors
passing out

childhood

ppassive manipulation of fingerprints
letters to the pressed face against glass
"WHAT LIES UNDERNEATH?"
the corrosion of human tissue
or rather
the failure of dynamic leadership
we have resisted only to
conform
this is it:
our
smiling
fucking
aching
agonizing
torture

childhood is only a stepping stone
to solitary confinement
in concrete
buried six feet under dirt

the Promise

hark and welcome!
brothers and sisters!
to the new age of contradiction
our lips are sealed tight with thread
and we have become merely
typos on a page
the syntax of human error
the broken jaw of free speech

the carcass of expression
is emptied of it's blood
and left in an alley

modern life is heavy artillery
dropping from the sky
at astounding speeds
and this craft
with pen
with brush
with chords
with typewriter
with keys
is only just a start
we must take in our hearts
all the anger
of centuries past
and forge ourselves
a new future
free from control

we will stand in the offices
of administration
of leaders
and refuse anything
but the truth
one solemn truth
that will not be denied of us
any more

awaken, children of the night

awaken, children of the night!
take to the streets
with your vicious fangs
covered in blood
i want to watch the light tremble
i want to watch the whole world die
i want to stare into the eyes of a monster
and feel reborn

awaken, children of the night!
beware of silver bullets!
your vicious fangs
are covered in blood
and they are hunting you
tonight