Wednesday, May 26, 2004
in my world
---a "happy ending"
is an oxymoron
---a "happy ending"
is an oxymoron
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
sometimes I want to scream
----simply to know
that I’m not starring
--in one of those black/white
silent movies
------we’re flying by
living the lie
--bound by an inevitably
-----reckless nature
maybe dotted yellow lines
--won’t go on forever
connect the dots dear
----connect the dots for yourself
I’m leaving
--and I’m taking my crayons
with me
----simply to know
that I’m not starring
--in one of those black/white
silent movies
------we’re flying by
living the lie
--bound by an inevitably
-----reckless nature
maybe dotted yellow lines
--won’t go on forever
connect the dots dear
----connect the dots for yourself
I’m leaving
--and I’m taking my crayons
with me
brain rape
fuckery of the mind
----is a crime of the highest degree
I think it’s time you left
--my seat of consciousness
----is a crime of the highest degree
I think it’s time you left
--my seat of consciousness
Sunday, May 23, 2004
don’t grow up to be like me
I play musical beds
-----in my head
no one wants to be
--the last one standing
-----in my head
no one wants to be
--the last one standing
Monday, May 17, 2004
chaos rips through the air
---lightening crashes
pressed together
-breathe thunder metronomes
-to keep this crazy rhythm intact
-------you bring the sound
------------I’ll add the light
cacophony of the senses
---electricity pulses
and we rise
---into charged nights
incendiary hours
--of our fiery tryst
---lightening crashes
pressed together
-breathe thunder metronomes
-to keep this crazy rhythm intact
-------you bring the sound
------------I’ll add the light
cacophony of the senses
---electricity pulses
and we rise
---into charged nights
incendiary hours
--of our fiery tryst
office supply astronomy
laying down, looking up
----and it seems to me
that the cosmic holepunch has dumped
leaving a million little white dots
--strewn across the expansive black
----and it seems to me
that the cosmic holepunch has dumped
leaving a million little white dots
--strewn across the expansive black
Monday, May 10, 2004
I haven’t slept in days
-----...did you know that?
my eyes may shut
---but rest is something
I have yet to achieve
----lunacy with a label
this new packaging
-------is quite the deceiver
a receiver dangles from the cord
someone is screaming
---and I think
that I finally lost it
-----...did you know that?
my eyes may shut
---but rest is something
I have yet to achieve
----lunacy with a label
this new packaging
-------is quite the deceiver
a receiver dangles from the cord
someone is screaming
---and I think
that I finally lost it
