Make Us Look Insane

Cigarette capsized
Warm, alone, some
Suspended say
"The wreck was beautiful
And now we hang,
It seems we're left to go our way"
As smoke, escape.

The drowning roll
Submerged in shame
Lonesome in their lovely gait
Through the chambers of the heart of the ocean
Tumbling until the floor
Resigns from sinking any more.
Contemplates, but never once does separate
A single honest question
From miasma, from confusion.

The lids of tide
The Waters eye
Blink thund'rously
With life received.

Being Sent to Sleep (You'll be Made a Chair for Ghosts)

A lonesome planet spins and gives
It's weight in light and silk like threads
That pulls you from the dream you've had

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Map of Map

Forget, forgetful
Tales of regretful
People, person
Wither and worsen

Nothing said is true, especially in regard to what remains important. Through and through all of these guiltless words keep pushing outwards against what was built to contain them. In this frigid moment it's hard to think of what must have been when time didn't know what was to be, or what was to come. In any case, the fact remains, what is said is false, and what is read is the same.

Forget, forgetful
Tales of regretful
People, person
Wither and worsen

You Woke Up, and Now You'll be Awake Forever

Bandits and men who clap and cheer
Hollow blue hollow blue
Ive got the two confused
It's too late to volunteer
Hallelujah hallelujah
Let me be excused
To stop in awe of every deer
Let me be of no help here
And happy, too, hallelujah
This is ours, too

Castles Made of Wax

I'm saving my breath
For blowing out candles
For all that I could not say
Surely could never weigh
More then but a pound

devil 8 baby

Better to have Never

The ideal expiration
And the model civilization
Stand toe to toe
And share echos
And think about to-day

Says They:

"When my mouth is empty
Then nothing can wake me"
They dream of teeth falling out
One awakes with a shout
The other is dead and alone

Annie Anyways

You were human all along
You did it all wrong
Sorry

When the children
Have played
They'll be rolled and stacked in caves
To sleep for days and days and
Days and Days and Days
We're alone
And betrayed
Standing naked in the waves
And I'm okay

And I'm okay
And I'm okay

Beautiful Thing Too Painful to Look At

Off, muddy feet, to ride
Of ghosts and airs lost in old shells
A hermit and his bride
Dove wants, doves cares lost in old bells
Uncertainly, too, tied
Up both acres, coasts in murals
Attractions left to hide
Unfold, don't tear, oh carried to hell

Quartering Troops

Make ready your hammock
Bravely galvanize the breeze
Tie your ropes to Shadrack
See, he walks among the trees
To him with heavy knots and locks
You tied your bed, but he
Was never made of dirt or rock
Or anything to seize

No family of tree or man's ever going
To illustrate birth like the face of a coin

Dusty Old Things

Stepping stones of tar left
Sweet silk bandages of scarlet
Holding back the mud in my eyes
From ruining the surprise

I'm a swimmer of blood
I'm really a river
I swallow my shores
As you shiver and shiver

My last sober thought was say nurse or say train
They both came at once as it started to rain
I'm a swimmer of blood, I'm really a river
And sink into flesh like a sliver

Wrench Vs. Hammer

You're only shakin
Because you have Parkinson's
Here I'm mistaken cause
This is just part of some
Stupid disease

Maybe
In twenty days
You'll pay me back
Lady
In different ways
You're on attack
And I just can't stand against
Draining of life
Switch your syndrome
And friends will come
Take it away and
I'll be there today

Draining the lake in
Your search for a man-of-war
What's a machine
Without oil?
(you kind of fucked it up)
All this waste
All this toil

Workin

Gold, you're still in your mistrust
No small thing at that
Rats
In fact
Even I'll try
To be there on time
Just don't go passing by
Cause I'll be there on time

Today I guess it takes
A bottle to awake
Twenty cigarettes and more
All this trash upon the shore
All this death for mere folk-lore
I truly can't say
When you wake up to-day

I'd rather die then be away

Astro-eulogy

"Cancer!" he cried
The stars did stir
"Your alignment has lied!"
So bright did they burn
"My organs have died!"
thinking as they learn
"Oh, celestial divide!"
Blinking as they were
"I hurt so inside!"

The orbs came to Earth
"Bring me my life!"
Space and time curved
"I draw upon my knife!"
Unholy white, the sky turned
"I fear you not in the light!"
Cancer ate his words
with the land, the sea,
and all of the birds.

Green Green

Be strong my riddle
I cannot see your end
Remind me sweet nettle
Of where your roots begin

By the dawn breaking darkness
May I find your meaning
Asleep in the forest
Against the beeches, leaning

The Pollen in the breeze
Would render you awake
With dew drops on your leaves
And through your heart a stake

I stumbled on you dazed
For the answer I've been needing
Is going to be raised
With your vines around me bleeding

Wretched You

Oh we spent a toast-less night
Oh we spent a cheer-less night
With our arms around those we love
Our fear as obsolete as sight
Morning coming

Swept in under

River of superstitious tomorrow
Bending towards the weakest levy
By the choruses chilling vibrato
Will the makers be saved

Don't leave, the raft is gone
The current will take you
It's far too strong

White water, friendless beginning
Thrashing itself to drops and vapors
In his hardened eyes the lord is reliving
When condemn did he, the makers

Don't leave, the raft is gone
The current will take you
It's far too strong

Self-Less Heart

buildings looking down
leaving, everything is linked by sound
wanting all to trickle down
we're all acoustic measurements
our bones good hollow instruments
and places that we've been
and things we may never feel
quite the same, oh quite so strong again
have etched the track beneath our bones
that yet rattle inside men

when we
oh
tear, we

when we
oh
tear, we

when we order servants down

when we tear we loose the ground
some of us fit into etchings

our rest wanders the earth

I've Taken Up Smoking

Sand and time

Was this tower
Plastered my liver
When rivers froze over
Once we read stories
Beyond the wop store
Sometimes after school
I'd sob into coffee

Rear Viewed

The drapes have caught flame
In the home we left behind
The prairie dream is the same
Blazing orange in my mind
Growing tired as the oak
Underneath our burning books
The bindings wrapped in smoke
That our lungs took, they took.

Handbrakes

"I'm taking all of the littlest pieces" she said
So the wealth will be left for me
Lift the ladder from the cliff instead
To see fine comedy.

"I'm taking all of the littlest pieces" she said
So the wealth will be left for me
"To virgin hope, and holy bread"
I toast this night to thee.

The Story of King Ocean

Long ago there existed a great white beach
Nestled to his edge was an angry old sea
This sea was disgusted by the sand's small reach
So he sent his rolling waves to where he could not flee
This wise beach awaited the crash, the thunder, the doom that would smash
Against his white face, with no tears to attach
Then the surf met the land, with deep madness in hand
And laugh did the sea as the beach did concede
But when the ocean came to rest there was great pain in his chest
For the sands had met their end, in his belly, his only friend.

These Cold Hearted Children

These cold hearted children, five of which had four parents who were waiting on the third flight of the cobblestone staircase outside of the Cathedral San Marco. It was the second Sunday of April and they were first in line for nothing more than an open door.