6/21

wine drunk at 1am and alone,
should I entertain my fantasies or let them spill?

my lips are stained and tomorrow is uncertain...
do I really want to be doing 5 things at once,
or am I just accustomed to avoid being pained?

drunk girls

drunk girl debbie and drunk girl sue,
surely don't give a single fuck about you.
they prance and dance down the street,
sticking their tongues out at everyone they meet...
what comes next you ask?
oh, they surely don't have a clue.

6/9

I await trial at my own judgement,
but i could care less.
I fucked because it felt right to fuck,
I drank because it felt right to drink,
I waded waist deep in dirty water and sang to gods that don't exist.

I hoped that there was something outside of this form,
I hope that this isn't all,
As beautiful as it is.

6/8

I still dream,
I remember riding what seems like 50 aimless trains,
Being paralyzed,
The man across from me also drinking out of a paper bag,
I shouldn't have waited so long to answer you.

Mr. Sad Spud

My name is Mr. Sad Spud, because I am indeed a sad spud:
Around I trek with my arms draped at my side,
They say a tater like me would feel better, if only he'd abide,
But I'd rather wander here and get crispy,
In fact I'd rather get fried.

3/16

The waves go out,
The waves come in,
Like candle light that's dwindling...
Ages pass and bones grow thin,
But the old man's smile is still welcoming.

And as I sit down by the shore,
I can sense that many have come before;
Their whispers ride upon the winds,
Ever so slightly saccharine.

3/9

The bird was dead.
It was beautiful.
Still and elegant,
It's skin tinged blue and it's beak so smooth,
It's feathers lay nearly perfectly preened as if to be displayed.
I feared I might be the last to look upon it,
For the tide was drawing closer,
Unknowing of what lay ahead,
Waiting to be taken.