you're thinning the blood of your victim
as your sliding through the door
standing over his skull
like a cheap complacent whore
with a knife in hand
and a pistol in back
you sleep and dream
in instants and visions
blinks of eyes
and a crack of a finger

your driving out to the beach
to the shore
and your body's in back
pushing the door
luckily it's locked
with the child safety on
because blood, full of iron will rust
and a night caught in cold
a murder of lust
with no one to trust

waking up in a cooling sweat
is sure getting old
these memories must stop
these teardrops will soon run out
and down the drain
with strands of hair
blood and pain
toothpaste
fingernail clippings
catching your visions in the grease trap
a new day will come
and you will still be alone.

This does not mean anything, it is just a random ramble of my consciousness.

humor, in black and white
much like scent in a little brown eggshell
to Pandora or her roommate
it all seems so amazing
with greener grass
and better pastures

counting your chickens
and hens and sheep
throwing away your old socks
wearing a new pair every day

because America is full of dollar stores and whores
cheap wine
bad salesmen
and lawsuits

the hero says "for your country"
and villain says "for your wealth"
its all the same
drenched in gasoline and whiskey
bars and martinis

your sushi went sour
with free air and hydrogen
black tire marks
on the white pavement of outer space

while Mc Hammer
can touch it all
and you just can't

I sleep alone
with only a pillow and a white noise maker
an alarm clock
and The Matthew Good band on the radio

you're crashing from the caffeine
as the little foreigners don't learn the language
on your telephone they give you the option
chose life or death
chose Darwin
or chose your own personal Jesus
walking down fascination street
build a wall
and keep the rivers shut

down with the rain forest
a new age of sand and limestone will soon rise
when we all migrate north
or south
to the outer reaches of your deodorant trail
down your black shirt
to your white tie
as you watch your grandmother die
in the house where she grew up

out the window is the widower
plowing the street
with a noisemaker and forty ounces of malt liquor
preaching a new gospel
joining the masons
becoming a shriner

and you're left
with your tattered blue jeans
your Toyota Prius
and a framed picture of John Denver

not to mention
a hemp seed of a new culture
plant it
and have the helicopters
and Gestapo slit your throat

have the drag queens
and koalas hold your arms
while Fred Penner and the tattoo artist formally known as Puffy
paint your body with whip cream and mac software

there is no way out of this maze
and surely no way in
how did we get here?
and why is this all inside of my brain?
wasting away

fermenting
brewing
aging

I sell mattresses and vacuum cleaners

when I die, squeeze my skull
and drink whatever liquid flows from my ears

you just found the meaning of life
you just found the fountain of youth
you are an alcoholic.

Stay asleep
and stand alone
you're the creature
you're the feature
and everybody's watching
you're the river
and the giver
you're bleeding just for me

its not like I asked you to
and its not like you care
every thing you ever speak
is floated to thin air
up and up away with leaves
butterflies
and strands of hair

sparkles of your flesh
light the trees as they float by

kisses and whisper fill my ears
when I step out my door
every morning with a suit and tie to work

If only I could keep you
six inches from my shoes
at all times and never lose
any thought of you

or any regret I may have caused
and bridge I never crossed
that I meant to

and sorrowful, meaningful me
how I cant fall asleep
without a drink
without a kiss from the devil
and a trip to the sink

so I open up my briefcase
and unfold its contents
only to find you
starving for my attention
and a sip of water

I have taken to eating a fortune cookie every morning.
It almost brings me peace.
Seems to be more meaningful in the morning;
rather than following beef with broccoli.

Plus, Confuscious was a smart guy.

-The philosophy of one century is common sense to the next-
........reads wednesday morning.

i slept
i woke up to your voice
calling me
directing me to move
every single nerve
and every cell of blood
inside my flesh
twists and turns
as i cant describe your beauty
or even what you mean to me
I'd write to you a poem
and in fact
it wouldn't rhyme
I'd tell you about how i miss you so
I'd speak of eternal trust
if only i meant any word of it
if only i had put a little emotion
and glossed the words i wrote
you might be happy
and tempted
I'm all together sad
and always out of mind
slip me a little leg
and pass another taste
my lips still burn from last nights kiss
with the bottle that heals my scars
the only thing i trust
and useless love i had
turned and showed its ugly head
revealing only lust
and a bad temper

Tonight, alone I slept
and woke up to your soul
twisting turning pulling hair
together growing cold
slight, a touch of hand
I fell into your bed
that captured every inch of me
and swallowed what I said
what I wrote to you
wasn't only truth
it was everything I ever meant
and all I ever knew
to be love is a question
but to live it is a test
with your sugar coated fingers
you harness it the best
I'm sorry broken hearted
I was sure you knew it well
when every word you spoke with care
turned out to be a spell
so choke baby choke
and take this as your last
as the words I write well up your tears
and fill your empty glass
writing this to you
and rhyming not a bit
pull back your hair and pay your dues
true lovers never quit

I want to sleep
and fall in the fire
away underneath the sea
where you belong without me

its about that time
when our bodies slip
and finally fall apart
when our legs become entangled
as do our broken hearts

in less time
in less time then me
you know the truth
and soon after
comes my skin
to the drawing board
filled with chalk and stitches

your regrets
wont follow you now
as your sinking to the ground
under the blanket
that is my kiss
and happiness

It all seems to end the same
every night
the same
me, sitting here at the computer
bad music, beer

if something fun to do
came right over
and slapped me in the nuts
I would probably ignore it
and take drink of beer to choke it all down

these are the moments when I write my worst
yet I feel compelled
yet I feel, for lack of a better phrase
inspired, without inspiration

She was sitting by my bed,
her ass on the floor
leaning back against the bed
Her knees, pulled up to her chest
held in place by the frame work
of her crossed arms

and me

sitting on the carpet
legs stretched
and backward arms supporting

I remember these moments
as I feel that I may never have them again

God, its been so long since I have had any emotion for anybody
God, it has been so long now
that I have been pretending to have fun
pretending to fall in love

when really,
all that I think about is
why I don't feel like I should

why don't I feel
that in your eyes lays the world?
why don't I feel like I could die
as long as you watched me?
that I could live this way forever
sitting here,
legs stretched
watching you hold your knees
spending forever in your eyes

I sure hope I haven't lost it
the ability to love
I really hope I didn't

for the sake of my liver
I don't want to sit here every night
uninspired
and typing
and drinking just to fall asleep

Urban Word of the Day
www.urbandictionary.com
October 05, 2006: meanderthal
People who wander around aimlessly and always seem to get in your way in stores and supermarkets, chatting on their cell phones and paying no attention to their surroundings.

I would have been here ten minutes earlier if I hadn't been stuck behind that meanderthal.

"fall asleep you lover, you patron"
I cant hold my self up straight
can't stop from shakin
"you may have been the best tonight"
"but I might be mistaken"

Take a drink and choke it down
sip and swallow, chase
"I don't feel like I've loved at all
and sure feel like a waste"

Its you baby you, I've seen before
but only in my dreams
took everything from anyone
by any other means

Relax, relax
as she tries to cool me down
"you wont be seeing much of me,
as I am skipping town"

"true, I'm in your dreams
and true I took your soul
but truthfully, not much to take
as you are growing cold
So lay back down
and fall asleep
have another drink
as you wont see
much of me
I'm not nearly what you think."