Friday, July 24, 2009

Leaves all dressed and morbant.

there are others that have gone before

born losers with scars on my legs

2 + 2 equals meat and everyone is arguing.

I wanna go to sleep with a boombox

so I do and wake up with lou reed's dreams in my waking memory.

I think I hit a nerve

and then everything flows straight thought the holland tunnel log jam

dammit I miss you.

She doesn't remember your name

and loss is named

sleep.

I hope that you're alive.

ghost shark vs. zombie nurse

Shit, its hard to knock out a man.

I've been waiting for that wave -

that one that knocks me on my ass.

Every night I buy a corporate whiskey whore to do the same -

drugs booze and asphalt equal food to me

match out the black to white

pray for sleep and

leave

the ghosts are circling

they're deadly with their

silent eyes.

Those damned eyes that speak more than mouths could ever wish to.

We're all live bait and it just gets later,

so I hope that twilight sets in

and the gaping sharks clean the air

so I can sleep

with peace inside me.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

strong arm. leff

guns tattoos lsd truth whiskey life heartbreak sunshine heroin funerals girlfriends nightshade parks & ponds of a death life food with fun, etc.

hard boiled worthlessness - an egg, damned and deemed too fortunate for a human life... good god, do I need to go to bed...bad claymation re–enactments performed as drama..

some sad sack of shit praying us dry for that road side assistance.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Alone with guitar

I have this stupid heart

and it keeps pumping

panic like roaches' innards

soft goo

jello

nobody likes me as much as

I like playing the outsider

damned weirdo

damned to deaf

dead as life

certain as facts and

drunk as fuck.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

help help

now we are dragging scared razor blades across the concrete

next to a beach one one cares about anymore.

so wield a surfboard against infinite dread and loneliness.

good luck

you stink and

you suck.

dumb damn dread

another greyscale night at the

toll booth

another night in the stink pit

it ends like new jersey

it ends quiet

like its supposed to.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Raft

Stay on the boat.

Get on up here goddamn it-

you aint leaving without me.

I've seen enough last beds damned by finality

and I refuse to let you be the next.

Get up on this goddamned raft

or I'll go before you do.

and if worse comes to worse

I will let myself go with you.

As raw as love

and doomed as fate-

as real as life.

A large standing rock in the water

a tombstone floating like a raft.

Happiness is a strange ration

but you're not gonna leave me today.

Its just not gonna happen.

not on my goddamned watch.