Sticky Sticky Stuck

panic is like trying to tread water in an ocean of jello,
but you can't really move and you have to eat your way out.

too bad you just ate the biggest meal of your life,
and you can't even imagine having one bite,
still and bloated,
letting yourself get sticky sticky stuck.

forever the swan

forever the swan...
never forgotten,
but hardly ever held before being long gone,
a reappearing apparition from the mist,
a deeply lost love that was only faintly kissed...
never forgotten,
always missed,
forever the swan.

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.