The brackets in my head separated you, the one i see, from the crowded room. But these walls that contain you only do so when they flex. When feelings make the lines bend, and allow you to move around. Space to turn around and see me staring. That night was vertical and sad. Your back braced to face the fake, while I ached for your neck to break. At least that way the rigid sticks would have no power on your swivel. Your head couldn’t turn, your eyes couldn’t see, your ears did the talking, and your mouth took the bate. I’ll keep you in my brackets for now, I know you flexed your own to catch me. You’ve made me your personal wrecking ball, and I don’t joke when I say I’ll use it to my advantage. All this planning, you took it for granted. So hopefully before we both bend and break, you will adhere to my taste. I’m a bird up in the sky, with nothing blocking my sight. You can fly with me, or stay inside, watching my every move disappear from daylight.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
FREEFALL
I can't choose which mayhem I prefer.
the faded glow blinding me,
or being invisible in front of a firing squad.
Either directionless or frantic.
All the same feelings at different times.
The same speeds no matter what line.
I'm always falling. Which way?
PSYCHIC
you crippled me something deadly love,
I don't know how you did it.
You wrapped your hands around my ribs last night.
I felt you hold me together.
I knew it was wrong, I knew it.
I knew you were already gone.
I felt the sting inside my head when you got up.
When you opened the blinds.
You checked every message,
I knew you were waiting for her.
I knew it was wrong, I knew it.
I knew you were already frozen.
I slept in your bed and you turned to your side.
my hands on your back is the closest ill get.
if you just let me in, I swear you'll start to heal.
Give it all up for new years.
I knew it was wrong, I knew it.
I knew you could never prioritize.
CRASHBASS
Keep my baseline dropping from time,
popping out of dust, rust buildup of lime.
disease me freaky friday,
lust my hands cutting air like flow.
carefully guide me, and connect my pulse.
round the carve between the cults.
I feel the dark drop me,
and ignite my growing trunk.
it hit me right between the lungs and ribs.
the tiny space for movement.
crash the beat in neutral,
and let me drive this winding road.
feel every fucking second humming in my heart.
the flash of not being one with the drum, but perfectly apart.
COCAINE STRAIN
oh yes you are a vein of cold steel.
a swing chain in the winter.
holding a spot for everyone to sit.
but not for long, they can't handle it.
pluck; one, two three.
every feather makes your headdress.
crown me the vain victor love,
damn fucking straight I'm fun.
Your little cocaine strain.
Sour candy pain.
One graffiti filled tunnel.
It's all you really know, I know.
follow the pasted flow into nowhere.
adhering to the lines you believe fair.
But keep your feet in beat with me.
we'll drum this place to dust.
I feel a sudden hammer in my head tonight.
It slammed my head against this cars headlight.
Your little cocaine strain.
Sour candy pain.
fell victim to a fucking whim.
broke every heart in the mirror.
and walked out of that burning building with your head in my hand.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
OVER
We’re all popular in high school,
until you graduate and find out the truth.
We’re all fucked up kids,
high off the same chemicals the janitors use.
Preaching love and friendship,
your love is a drug, and your friends take the hit.
This game is getting so old,
and the players are moving so slow.
The instruction manual ended on page ten.
Fuck it, I’m living my life again.
