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