5.29.2013

obligated
postmortem
listen read more than
pretend this exists
outside circles
i confessed and accepted
another punishment
in prior defense
i claimed to have heard
voices you say
i can't back that up
i wish for more than what i can't have
and from then on
you asked me why i lied
each day builds another
to be torn down
castles out of time
another obligation
you question your answers
harmony among disparate voices
listed and read again
when this voice speaks
it won't come together
it won't end with aplomb
just another set of words
i placed on this page without worry.

read: nonsense
is it not so by naming it so?

5.25.2013

cry creative spend the day under
super sensitive
cast a wider net finds under rocks and a spring
hold out your hand for

conspicuous permanent ink
adorns my arms
tells you what you need to know
when this couldn't be more clear
i am who you think i am

moments like this you look to the heavens
isn't another day in the books a win
give yourself a pat on the back

could not stretch another line
in the sand
dusting drapes
not savory i flavor beer cans
with rum in the sun don't cry
spicy rhymes in circles and heroes
among us

flatter yourself
i won't treat you to this
just another fly
fill in the blanks
i'll wonder why.

5.19.2013

remember another future promise
of lasting clarity
blissful understanding

pages turned by faded hands
fingers creased and working
never needing to be reminded

i broke another record today
blades of grass blinded
happens to be a sunny day

arbitrary ideas fill minds
can't come out to play
locked and waiting for revelation

remember the last time you
thought this continuation
brought certain closure.

5.18.2013

and little by little i pierce the
fragile shields around
my tears come easier each day
remember incredible pains
it does not appear to me this way
hearts among many shared
beats slowly toward conclusion
fading into thumps on the floor
second chances are more common than you think
rated experience
this time around.

get off the bus at the next stop.
don't look back.
i won't be there.

5.09.2013

blather and repeat keep talking
repent sins of the father
take it on your shoulders for his sake
i hope my son does the same

when bake sales and lemonade stands
represent less crisis
i plan to make long term plans
a decision i take the blame

large piles of filthy thoughts
pushed into slimy trails
create another story for that
pretend anger falls short a long knowing look back

perhaps a better way can be found
another pound for pound
doesn't matter if you're not in the game
i crane my neck in perfect ways

so goodbye fools dawn another
regrettable days spent among more
fungible replaceable i'm less grateful
pretty faces in the crowd i notice less more often sane.

5.08.2013

searing classless
i say crazy but don't mean it
i say fools like underachieving
i wont say
less fruitful packs
pretend monsters
for your benefit
attract fear
many moths to many flames
i won't say another word about this
i can't say i don't
remember last time
ended bad months away
worse words
i've cringed many
time pours away
by a steady hand
perception tells me today is longer
today is the longest yet
every moment longer than the last
hesitate to consider
the same word again
line after line
recombinant
sources close to me
tell a different story
i wish i could say the same
i wish i would say more
i wish another day
another time lapse
could i relive
let me down easy.

5.04.2013

crisis replies with astounded level eyes
don't take me in
leave me behind
shattered bruised
taken advantage
lessen your motivation
for silly
salvage the situation
with next to
nothing said
turned around
little kisses abound in this place
i rented
scotch in
glass housing projects
forget a faithful sound
i located and found
remember this started
on very shaky
ground plummet
if i can sit another day
i sift through and away
lived another passing
another rising light
shines
in my window claims
i wasn't here for you
i did not
come for you
i left and you know
i was not there
another failed day
crashing down a stair
sitting i wondered why
in cars pink and yellow
probably deserved whatever it was
i can't look out across this room
without seeing you
and a life filled
despite otherwise.