Litter

Baby doll heads litter the highway,
a path one can follow back to the plastic womb we all emerge from
to think that people live here
with the asthmatic stacks whispering smog all day
blanketing the harbor with grit
all the water is filled with six eyed fish who
eat the refuse our minds spit out into the world
the walking dead
we eat the brains of each other
little ants crawling to be the first
to tear the dead ones to bits
to keep the alive ones on their toes
All the soil is full of glass and rusty needles
the ships that sail once into collapsing veins
now litter the world like diamonds

Ash

A White rabbit
sacrificed
all the gray eyed priests praying
over its fading light
While the sink keeps dripping
in a desolate house
where all the poetry
has been burned
and all that is left is ash

Touching

Everyone, all laughs
flying down the road
while thoughts spin like daisies
and eyes begin to fall down into their laps
as if truth could be found in
the folding of the fabric
in the contours of their jeans
And everyone is holding hands,
pretty cream colored hands
When a flash of white
smashes the illusion
that they are all touching
and the windshield begins to cave
and the blood begins to spread
and the laughter dies
and the eyes continue to stare
down and empty

Work

I resent
having to litter the road with my fingernails
to live
and to kiss the hem
of the kings skirt
so that my soul can be put on the guillotine
and my heart can be shot full of wires
and my eyes can be trained not to see
I am not a fucking slave
But my movements,
my grace
would tell you otherwise

Sorry

O my Dear Family
We have all been weeping inside all these months
Dear Father please forgive me
I am not the prince you thought you had
When you held me, all wet and full of stars
you imagined me a success
But
I have grown to disappoint
to mire your eyes in the dirt
But I am something
One day you will see that I am something

Running

The snow is glistening crystals into my eyes
blinding me
closing me off
letting me in
I am carrying my pain around with me
like a heavy child
I am pregnant with sorrow
What loud cries escape my belly
what gorged innocence
what endless impossibilities
Some things you can not run away from
The chemo
the cancer
the chemo
the cancer
is this what the songbirds
are saying?
When they cry so low?

Darling

The air is biting huge chunks out of my skin
causing my bones to get chapped
like bloody lips in the dead of winter
My lover is trying to escape
putting her hands down her pants
keeping the warmth in
letting it circulate
allowing no one else in
The streets we are walking are full of
dis(ease) and broken glass and if you arent careful
they will go through you and you will deflate
like an after birthday balloon singing the last line
of joy
All I can think about is how I am dearly obsessed
with her tits
and screaming wounded heart
How I want to feed her the sun
till all her little cuts dry up
and her eyes beam through me
and all the cold leaves
forever

Tragedy(S)

All the fish are washing up on shore
with x's over their eyes and no clothes on their soul
and little blue eyed
kids in tiny towns are trickling tears down their chins
for the tragedy of it all
and all the water is running black as coal
and the tv is yelling obscenely
and I am screaming for all of those
with tumors sticking out of their backs
Which is everyone
we are all being consumed
we are all consuming others

Hiding

We are all hiding behind our jokes and sticky smiles
because we are scared to be judged by the tragedy of our insides
By the lingering thoughts of desperation
By our pleading cries for love
We are scared to be judged by our lack
we are all too scared to speak because everyone is a mirror and all we see is death

Confusion

What is the State?
But a grinding of Bodies
together in a strobe light lit Bar
Where everyone is pushing against each other
and no one feels a thing
What is this confusion?
when people shoot nine year old girls
while smiling
What is this pain?
Why do all of us keep falling off track?
why does the tv never stop chattering?
why is it so hard to hear my heart beat?
Is it because I am dead?

Maybe..

Carrion Speakers
Those that take to the pulpit
to vomit shit into the heads
of all the confused sea gulls
picking at the sand
those that convince
Soccer Moms
to hate those with brown skin
and drive their suvs
over all the trees
Those that make the whole world a trash heap
and convince us
we like the taste of it
that we like the smell
that we like being castrated and bled like pigs
While they make love to money
and everyones left wondering
What happened?

Tragedy

Isn't it so tragic
when the wheels grind you down
and little kids strap bombs to their chest
so god will think they're pretty
When all the parents and the teachers
act like bosses and police
so everyone grows up
Thinking life is supposed to be like this?
And the only way out
is through......

The Last Act

Pupils spilling sickness all over every one they see
Button down tan trench coat
Walking into the halls of power
Mad Limbs all scrambling to
Give the Judge a heavy present
full of their last birthday wishes
and missed House payments
Putting an explosive device
Down the throat
of Those who grease the wheels
"I want to explode"
You screamed while the night spun all around
"Bullets in the head for all the kings"
"Wheres my cigarette?"
"I am a walking car wreck"
I think I might
Agree
But I am too timid
So I just watch
As it all blows up

Falling Off

Crows line the roads
looking to pick at the roadkill
that fills up our lives
And all the small talk
and awkward glances are adding up
to be bones we bury
Jet Black squawking nightmares in our ears
Sometimes "Hell is other people"
But not in the way he meant it
literally
This is Hell
and I am just dancing amongst the flames

Emptiness

This is all ash and burnt grain
Sloshing in static as the sky falls through my brain
We are nowhere, this land is what god has thrown away
Vultures are eating the innards of these roads, reading bathroom walls searching for redemption
Filthy motels filled with spunk and twenty dollar bills
Eating the mold off the walls to taste which way my blood flows
Up or down this is a hell, a place where wasted wishes go to drown
A town with too much blush on, blood boiling in the cheeks
Hot, Hotter, searing the sin off babes with cherub wings
There is not a single soul left alive
Just the space between toes and empty living rooms

This is What I Want

I want all of my Family's tears
to flow right down the throat
Of all the fuckers on the Top
Who are selling Cancer and taking cash baths
I want them to Bleed
Out of Their Eyes
Like the Weeping Mary
But with no one there to
Worship or to Cry

Some Self Reflection

I have been weeping roses for so many hours
The Iv is plugged into my computer
Letting me show the World
My Shiny Fucking Face.
All the traffic cameras
Are viewing our most intimate
Kissing Moments.
We try to hide,
Our Houses are all prisons
I am on Strike.
I want to Burn down
Every ones House
So we can make the world
Our Home
So we can learn
To love
again


If in my most vulnerable moments
I shed tears for you
It does not mean I am weak
But Rather
That I am still working
on becoming
Stone