I'm alone and though
Last night my call was heard, now
Able ears are closed shut.
The warmth of comfort
Brought wishes and contentment
to a frozen boy.
That boy, loving as
He was, could not regain what
has been lost in greed.
And so, my pillows
Have not changed their shape, they are
inadequate, gone.
Time will be wasted
Stolen by the past, I thought
this impossible.
How long will I be
Forced to endure regret, will
I revert back again?
Doubtful, sounds persist.
Everything is persistent.
it screams for the past.
Many things are forced.
The end, I truly hope, will
deny this fashion.
COLD TO THE NEW PAW
They put me in paper
And they watch me crawl
Knowin to themselves I won't get anywhere at all
Not moving
Cemented still
Cold to the new paw
Old enough to kill
Oh to the merchant sailor
When you shipped yourself away.
Did you ever hurt your neck
Thinkin bout your mama's days?
Have you ever stood in front of a mirror
Petting on an open wound through a dead tree
My father is the king of angry voicemails
And sucking hard on pennies til they gleam
I'd give you a whopping piece of my mind
But tomorrow I won't know what it means
Tomorrow is too far out
Tomorrow is too far out
Tomorrow is too far out
Tomorrow is too far out
I'm oozing, yeah, I'm oozing
The volcanoes are swelling, mama
Though I try to eat right
I'm bleeding (dripping, dribbling)
Bleeding (dripping, dribbling)
Sometimes a grain of sand can stab you like a shard of glass
The padded feet and wild eyes of today are
But smeared rubber discharge cast to quicksand
Ripping through the days to come
UNKNOWN
The looking glass
Has
Become a kaleidoscope
I walk with
Rivers flowing
AT THE EAGLE DINER 3/20/2010
I dislike the phrase hopeless romantic
And I like it when I blow into the mouth of my coffee cup, fogging up my glasses
I had my first helping of scrapple in Maryland
And in Pennsylvania,
At the Eagle Diner (border sanctuary)
I am drinking my second cup of coffee.
Within my peripheral vision,
Captured in the mirrored glass window reflection
I see the haunting and beautiful
Full-form hallucination of a guitar.
Maybe it belongs to Dennis -
He owns it, especially
With a metal brace and expectant face.
Coffee, it is a
Warm best friend in the rigid
Company of boots.
Boots that have been worn
By a man who passed before
My birth: we're strangers.
Three rows to my left,
As I sit perpendicular to the standard seating of this place,
Is a girl who says that she is unlike the rest.
She mingles with the devils -
Men who are grown,
And have nothing to show for it.
They are approximately twenty eight years of age,
And make sexual anecdotes that the girl doesn't catch on to.
She entertains them with loud exclamations of excitement-
She is pretty,
She lives in lumberville and has nothing better to do
At two in the morning.
Her hair is multicolored
And her smile is wide.
Sexy, if I may -
I don't know anything,
But that they best go home tonight.
I'd take her home if I had to.
SIMPLY: BAD SAD
Can you be a stranger to yourself?
Or is that just a depressed proclamation of sad songs?
Well this isn't a sad song, though it could one day be a bad song
If anyone remembers me when I'm gone
Well then this is so long
BRYTER DAY COMING?
Beneath my mask
Boils. On the surface,
Underneath: an aching,
Growing cyst. Inside,
intruders bide their time,
Strategizing against my
Future conversations.
Interactions where I am
Hardly present for I
Am not myself, for myself.
Inside my head there is
An apprehension
To be.
Not to be has proven
Painful to those who are tied
To me.
There is a shell on my skull,
I hope it doesn't go away forever.
For now, it is my curtains -
Open, close, open when you
See me - it's a gamble.
Would you take me before
A change occurs?
Would you have me preceding
A fire on the stage?
Lines in my skin reflect
Artificial light
That is our custom.
Would you hold me
If I turned away?
Or would you have me
On another day?
Would they ever have me at all.
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