Monday, August 4, 2008

Two lives slammed together
A happy collision
Two hearts
Gleefully fused like
Metal to metal in a crash
Instead of blood on the pavement
There is a mish mash of
Knick knacks and
Furniture that cost nothing
Fender bender of love

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Penny-bottom tamp
Pressed firm to the intangible
Leveled grounds of energy
Fleeting, but for the jolt


Thursday, July 10, 2008

I remember walking down the street to that tune, one summer so many years ago with a person who doesn't exist
I didn't make him happy when skies were grey
Nobody could
Grey was his wish
Motive and observation
Blood, tears, and bile
A lie of a hum
The pain of history is that it takes decades to change
And yes, it does change

Thursday, July 3, 2008

I'm sure it all seems grand to you
This list of empty promises rife with typos
This plan for your future that lacks any substance

The filling refrain that inevitably ends in emptiness
Leaves you hungry
And empty
Angry and sad

Hells on earth for something
Anything to make you smile
Brief and fleeting as it may be

On to something new

Monday, June 16, 2008

It runs through me now
Deadening my dramatics
Don't run out again

Thursday, June 12, 2008

It's like the Seven Year Itch
But without the Seven Years

What do I want?
Passion instead of tolerance

Enliven my flesh please
Pique my interest


Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Grrr video uploading

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Love and Life tell you not to
But pain and lust make it so
Your ill-chosen words make me feel worse
Your small mind makes my hatred grow

You don't know where I'm coming from
And never will unless you go there
So sit in your box filled with boredom,
Stupidity, and talentless fare

Monday, May 26, 2008

Supposedly Torrid Online Poster
Call your soul black, kettle

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Hey, I'm no goddamned agnostic
And I clutch my chains to here
This rubbing, burning rope sensation
Taste my acid little fear

Give me your thesis, he states
We'll drink a little wine
And after all the puking's done
we'll label it a good time

From geek to chic
So bleet the sheep
So sweet is the cretin, how loud his name
Crusted with dust and wickedly lame
Love and oppression are one and the same

Monday, May 19, 2008


I'm sorry I yelled at you
Cried at you
Bitched and cried some more

I was feeling unbelievably awful
And hopeless

Thank you for being there
Warm and true
Thank you for opening your arms and heart
For me


I was still feeling rotten
Couldn't do anything
For anyone
Even if I had wanted to

Thank you for talking with me
Laughing and loving


I'm sorry for waking you
No doubt worrying your poor, dear heart
For being short with you, and curt

I was panicked, stricken, and sick
In pain and alone

Thank you for promising me
For helping me and regarding me

Thank you for walking to the hospital
For staying with me
And by me
Holding me and reassuring me

Thank you for sleeping by me
Comforting me and caring for me


What a holiday

Thank you for waking with me
Rested and singing

Thank you for another trip to the hospital
For joking with me and being silly
Even while I was stressed from my mother
And I know you weren't happy either

Thank you for wishing me well
For making me smile in a personal Hell

Thank you for loving me
For healing me
For you

I love you, my sweetie, the sweetest taste of life and love amidst the bitterness
He is no David
I understand this fact and it is irrelevant
He makes me feel warm and safe
Beautiful and loved
Most importantly
He makes me feel

Monday, May 12, 2008

Alive for the time being
Life blood running thin and heavy
How can there be so much?
And nobody can find any to take?

Tired. So bloody tired.
Weary of poking and prodding
Gloved fingers where they shouldn't be
Tests to run

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Momo has been dead for a year. It doesn't seem like it's been that long. I can still feel his bony brow and soft, floppy ears. I can still hear him fall up the stairs. Summer is coming and it reminds me of the long hours he'd spend lying in the sun, so still and calm and wise-looking, like a furry monk in meditation, at one with the earth and her creatures, butterflies dancing on his ribs.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Effervescence liberated and cavities sent to seed
Take in real while greasy dreams spread like wildfire
In my esophagus

Leaves of gold and green
Somehow to replace strength and speed
Steak replaces Beefsteak
And my serotonin treats are now banned

Nothing could be further from burning

Thursday, April 17, 2008

It's too important not to
With the breeze tickling my neck
Dust trails in the air
Follow what should be yours
And again
You ride peace like a donkey
Only once
Think of nothing
Do not move
Only breathe

I can not