someone ate my bread.

hole in the middle

empty like the week you didn’t call

I wish you’d get your signals straight

I don’t need a box of roses

a glittery ring

a drippy song

(unless…)

I just want a little time

Call me irresponsible

Call me irrational

Just call me, you bear..

I miss you.

a maze, the masses agree

Head tilted to one side

Pseudo-heavy with thoughts ignored

Trust me, my real thoughts are elsewhere

A billion realities to ponder

A trillion things to do after dawn

But still I can’t explain

That dancing mental buzz

That lingers hours after

Everyone probably gets it
like my spirit slammed a red bull…

Sometimes friends fit

Into that massive soul-shaped puzzle

If only for a moment

And only to escape again

Undetected, a smile to the back of a homebound peacoat

With a [harmless] fart, a tickle, and a strong hug goodnight

Exactly what a tired mind needs

The night becomes a memory

I kick off my blue meshy shoes

And whisper to the couch

“See, I told you…”

goodnight.

Toeing the line of civil twilight

I figured it out

Your state of the union

Is no longer locked up

In a silicon nightmare

I found the key to your verbal diary

You feel slightly obligated

To lead me on

just because

I feed your compliment addiction…

Drip by poisonous drip

Blow the whistle,

It’s an emergency

Someone needs a quick fix

Good thing I’m here

Or you wouldn’t be such a hedonistic junkie

I fed the flame that burned my hand

I represent the hype

But come from the sunset

A creature on the civil twilight side of knowledge

6 degrees from reality

The place where things really happened

a thousand days post-enchante

You’re scared of someone really knowing you

You’re living, breathing hype

Self-admitted shell

Of what you claim to be

But who’s to define the depth of a soul

I wouldn’t claim to have such foresight

(maybe you shouldn’t either)

So much happens in the twilight

or maybe there’s a little voice

whispering ever so softly

if you kissed her, you wouldn’t be able to stop

by toeing the line, we risk being pulled over the edge.

Bastard hearts

I wish I could be furious

Like a tiger starved of love

Pacing its cage

She waits for her moment to strike…

But I’m not like that.

I wish I could be numb

Like one of those fish

With a biological flashlight

No eyes, pale skin,

Lives in a cave without feelings…

But I’m not like that.

I wish I could just forget it all

And migrate someplace warm and French,

Electric lavender breezes

Where breakfast means

Thick hot chocolate

Resting in a bowl, ready to be sipped,

And a cold flaky croissant,

Devoid of memories.

What’s the statute of limitations on dreams?

Don’t worry, friend.

We were all born with bastard hearts.

Currently Playing Pablo Honey By Radiohead see related

Weak disclaimer:  don’t read this if you hate swearing.

I think I’m done now.

Limb by lifeless limb

Your stony inaction rips me

Puts my arm in Kentucky

My ear in California

And my heart

in the sterile carpeted basement of my house.

Cold, still beating, under the couch.

Next to dust bears and stale popcorn.

Nowhere near here,

In case you didn’t remember.

I wished I had saved

All my tears in a jar

Bottled them up

Like a lady waiting for her sailor

Only so I could throw them in your face.

I was faithful without you asking.

Here’s to inaction,

Here’s to your future,

Here’s to wasted emotion.

I wish I could scream “Fuck you and your small heart!”

Instead of I’m so happy for your happiness.

Here’s to us, you used to say here’s to us.