untitled # 8

i should be in that hole
over there
but i am fine
i can still see the trees
across the field
through the fog
everytime the lightning flashes
like it is my future

dead of winter

icicles are hanging out like frozen swords
or crystallized fangs
and the snow is covering up the dead bum

two punks drinking in an alley

people walking
looking for other people
either they're on drugs
or insane

i was there
the night nothing happened

Tonight

On the dead streets
in the streetlight flicker
reality was not on my mind
and then
in the forest
a fox
shining like the stars
out there in space
where my brain is floating
but my eyes are right here

The Poet

My name is lost in a whisper, static title from her teeth
follow along the crooked pack of words
strewn like birds on a dark phoneline
picking up conversations about nothing with reflective metal wings

the sun is black behind the night sky
stars pasted to its paper place
I reach up past dreams and touch her face
my hand comes back down covered in paint

I blow up a balloon, prick it with a syringe
shoot it up with my own red blood, my shaved heads twin
I watch it slowly spin, the flat face in its globe
floats up to her hands, she is atlas the book

Kid explorer

I tried to get truth
out of my lies
but I wasn't born
to compromise

so I'll blind my eyes
drain my heart of its prize
throw away my telescope
and travel to hell

and when I find the place
a universe parallel to my room
I'll feel the soul of the world
and make a thoughtful criticism

Untitled #7

When your body is burning
I look at you like I'm a skeleton
and your eyes are bullets

a face that hides behind
a blonde maze of tangles
and is always looking away

but that's beauty
never seeing you

Untitled #6

yr tongue is a whipping wet dog guillotine between my lips

Untitled #5

When you were sitting on the couch
your eyes got weird
maybe it's because couches mean so much to you
I was sitting on a chair behind you
because there was a table beside you
everybody was wood and I wasn't even there

Love

Love's so much stronger
when you're stoned
strong as stone
when you're stoned
I would die for you
I would do anything
if I loved you
and I was stoned

Transformer

Tropical bird on a stick turns into a deer, dead, I think, with a stick next to it, so I poke it with the stick and it wakes up and turns into a horse.

Untitled #4

One of a kind
even though I have a twin
half dead in our own way
like night and day

leaves on bare trees
everything you always see
invisible fire that unveils nothing
like dead things that still bleed

Untitled #3

Your face is like some place
overgrown with weeds
that I keep revisiting
maybe it used to be a graveyard
the tombstones obscured by flowers
some smashed by kids
and sunk by the rain
maybe reincarnated
anyway I love it
even though I don't know what that means
so it's just a word
and in the future everything's backward

Untitled #2

see ya later scars
maybe in my nightmares
shaped like hair
melting rainy days

you'll never find me
in your autograph
obscure as a giraffe
written in dried blood

I dont know what it says
who it is, I dont care
it means nothing to me

Untitled #1

I remember
the way i lost my hair
in the grass
when we were stoned
alone with some friends
until the sun set
waiting for something to happen
but nothing ever did
and then we would go to sleep

the beginning

Welcome to the deadend hotel, I will be your host, the ghost. This is not your typical hotel, its made out of words and pictures, i was once a living human and then i was a zombie but now im just a lonely old ghost. I tell my story through a monkey, he is typing this into a computer 15 miles underground, in a secret lab, built by special interests. This is all i have left, this is my only way of communication to the world i once belonged to. I want to be like Jackson Pollock. I want to be JFK. I want to be something. Please love me. I will tell the monkey things, when i want to tell the monkey. I used to be a painter. I used to be a poet. But then I bled all over a canvas and couldn't talk anymore. And so, now, I'll show you to your room, they're all identical, just with different numbers. There is a bed, window, closet, carpet, no tv and no bathroom. Listen to the monkey. He knows what he's screaming about. See you in hell.