Advant Garde Succeed on a Saturday Night

Advant Garde Succeed on a Saturday Night

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Genre: Poetry

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Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

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My First book of Poetry.

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My First book of Poetry.

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Submitted: October 09, 2012

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Submitted: October 09, 2012

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Avant Garde Succeed on a Saturday Night! Vol. I The Mantra of The Ghost Tomorrow
3
Hare O When?
There is nothing in the end that isn't here,
Or when we finally meet Hare O.
Your so vinyl,
Covered up with music
In a garden of lost sounds.
Existing between the lines of lo fi.
Stay warm in the filthy cold.
I wasn't writing about you,
I was writing aimlessly.
You think too much of yourself.
Like paper cranes.
You’re only waking,
Don't be scared.
We have no time for fear.
Oh Hare O When?
When will you come?
Go kiss another kiss with your black lips.
Hate them all.
Lick their tongues with disease.
What a perfect little fit.
I would have done it better.
But God save you for trying.
Here comes the paste,
Your stuck to the poor more than you know.
Oh, Hare O doesn't care about your money.
4
Did You See That Reverse?
It wasn't like you had the motive or anything.
It wasn't like you were bored.
Did you see that reverse?
Right back where we were.
Conducting some broken hearts parade.
Just pass dear god.
Further down the main street.
Where I can't hear your band's endeavor.
In times like these I ask for the future.
You count the threads in the carpet.
I smoke a cigarette and look through you.
Just like pretty colored glass.
At the Metro we wished we were more like them.
In the moment we lived like two fingers,
Some things are obviously missing.
We thought ourselves poor for only having one,
When one is enough.
Did you see that reverse?
We damned the ground for it's imprisonment,
Mocked the sky for being predictable.
Wanting to leave home if only to praise it.
Laughed at tradition for we are too modern.
I could live this night forever.
Did you see that reverse?
5
The Parting of the Slow to Aa
She prepared it as if it were Aa.
How do you work so well?
Like a ghost, without cruel intentions.
Like a mouse, unnoticed until you scream.
If we are parting ways then go.
No need to explain,
Give me two weeks.
I will knock on your door
With much inconvenience,
He'll be there,
But you'll have to talk to me.
It's only fair.
She has a voice like three lies,
Whispering under the moan of the trees.
Preparing slowly,
For their demise.
She is good at what she does.
Oh,
June isn't sparing any words.
This can only be a year for Aa.
6
Covered in Fours trying to Make Befores
Expanding to whatever end,
You were dreadfully demanding.
The thought didn't reach a conclusion
The master didn't approve.
Nor did he make attempts at sharing his... knowledge.
We are alright this time.
You smelling the air through the window,
I listen to Interpol.
Covered in Fours,
Making Befores.
Shoving the past into (do over’s.)
Like it should be.
I wonder if they will see it coming this time?
Just because the sunlight doesn’t have a beat
Doesn’t mean,
It doesn’t bounce.
You of all people should know that.
7
The Smoke and the Defeat
She drinks like I use too.
Like fish do.
Like some kids dream of doing.
She smokes like I do.
A pack a day,
Two if it's stressful.
One and a half just doesn't make sense.
She's defeated like I'd like to be.
Without thought of revenge or anger.
She gets back up.
I think she smiles too much.
8
A Letter From The Mountain Hermit
The tree of wisdom has withered,
It's fruit has been left to rot in your baskets.
You are staring at the world through coin shaped eyes and have forgotten charity.
A Deity,
A figment of your imagination,
You say
Will save them.
Hominem ad Infinitum
When man first looked to the sky
called it father.
The gift of free will.
This is no more a gift then it is a proposal.
Dismiss what is,
what ought to be lies further.
Our attributes are Infinite.
9
The Cold War and The Gusts
She wore her silence like a winter coat,
It covered her skin with bold intentions.
She told me once,
That talking was a matter of ideas, she had none worthwhile.
Just the one,
And she was waiting for the perfect time.
There was no such thing, but she measures.
The lights of the devices,
Bring a little substance, but there is nothing here.
Just a little soul,
Relics of the youth.
A little god and maybe a demon or two.
Pending on whatever side you consider
up
down
up her skirt.
She looked at the photographs with disgust.
Sick to death of things unchanged, can't be changed...
The Changeless.
But she wears silence like a winter coat,
It keeps her warm here.
10
Listening to Lou Reed: The Velvet Underground Was Better
Listening to Lou Reed: The Velvet Underground was better.
Waking impulses say so, but I change nothing.
I am a light,
I am a light.
I burn the centers, leaving the outskirts.
Moths hate me,
nothing but a false sense of hope in these times.
Were we suppose to be here?
Sucking up purpose refusing to ask questions,
only simple ones that won't take up my time with the explanation.
I am tired of explaining myself, so I won't. I will drink deep, never/hurt.
I will smell deep and never/hurt.
I will get the big picture
and place it somewhere public.
I will change things,
While you keep them stagnant.
Listening to Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground was better.
11
Mountain Merchandise
Croaked steps and I am victory,
You never knew a thing about me,
I left you a mystery.
I won't be back to fill in the blanks,
I won't save you with installments.
Instead I will send you an apple that won't let you eat it,
An ugly hat that will insist you wear it out.
I am capable of such things, you have no idea.
a fun fact.
I had a journal of these proceeding,
It keeps me honest, doesn't let me forget.
I find it hard you see, to remember such filth
laced with disgust,
smelling of regret.
You are the thorn in my side,
I shall keep you there,
there your just a thorn.
She says "shitfuckprick"
ruined her day.
Poor Girl.
12
Lust and Her Satisfaction
Jennifer remembered words,
Like ice remembers being water.
Sometimes they just flow,
We needed the cold to hold them together,
can't quiet put a finger on it, can't quiet see it.
It's amazing how finer becomes finger.
Give me a G and I will explain myself.
“Fucking language, right?”
A cigarette burns me as I think,
and Jennifer laughs.
I love her.
Like stars love me.
Like a hero stands alone.
Fancy you would be here,
Giving me these looks,
One minute you want me dead,
The next you need me,
Desire me,
Wish to absorb me.
Jennifer remembers moves,
She likes the performance,
She loves encores.
13
Who
We aren't ourselves anymore.
We're almost chemicals,
Children with test tube fingers and toes.
This is something,
A moment,
I feel the moan that is in the word.
The weight of this bottle, makes sense.
The weight of the bottle understands.
In every press of this poison,
I absorb.
You will be the only one who suffers,
Somehow I am okay with this,
Somehow my apathy grows like a vine.
Around a square circle
Around the absurdity of all of this.
Around my better judgment.
Who walked so slowly through you?
What did they discover?
I’m told it was a variety of shimmering devices.
14
A Good Smoke
There were eyes of sadness,
I stared at them.
Through smoke,
From a cigarette you thought obscene.
It was mine,
It was a good smoke.
There were eyes of rage,
I stare at them,
Through the eyes drunk.
I don't care,
Perhaps I never did.
In the blink of an I
I misjudge your council,
and that was just the ground work.
For my next trick I will make your opinion disappear.
15
Scarlett Letter in Good Standing
Your scent is like the pen I write with.
It has left it‘s mark on too many to count.
I wonder how it got there, through the use.
They laugh at how much I piss,
vomit,
on myself,
in your bed,
at your wedding.
I laugh at their misunderstandings.
Like a movement.
It's me,
Then me,
Then you.
They will never understand.
Make no mistake,
I know I deserve this.
These instruments are willing,
Your mouth has different thoughts,
I couldn't care.
I don't need this.
This is the last thing I need.
We all must learn from the footsteps,
I just want it to be an existing impression,
No one has lived in me.
Lost cause in a manner of speaking.
I try.
These things smile in me and no one else.
I am content.
My ears are tuning you out.
Your voice is swallowing his cock.
16
Goodbye Or The Inkling
I made a promise I don't care to keep.
I am a man of my word.
I am.
There is a hat that makes sense.
It is my own,
I wear it often.
It takes me to places that matter,
I will be okay in the morning.
You have been searching for me under the rock I was standing on.
I was there I swear,
although I might have left for other matters.
Only concerning the truth.
There are such songs from the past that touch me.
I have a few.
Don't judge me.
I have my words.
Here is where I let go my dear child.
I have had a desire for completion.
17
I Frown Only Now
I am a god,
Without a devil,
My temptations only go so far.
I am sorry for the thoughts,
you thought,
This isn't what I was.
But there is something here,
something that smiles more than I do
Something that shatters important things,
something that makes me feel whole.
Are you just a distraction?
god I hope so,
Cause I am done with these matters, of falling
To pieces
Right in front of you.
18
Your Glow Stick Apple
Demanding I hold steady for once,
Seeing the sun as nothing more than heat.
Placing it in bottles.
Selling it to you
discounted.
admiring the essentials.
Your glow stick apple.
Smiling at the words worth.
All the while you smell like vanilla,
I smell like the number 13.
We were just teens, we were once.
I remember these things,
I fight for modest proposals.
You only spoke of your glow stick apple.
And I lost track of my thoughts.
Who would have thought that moment would become,
A random memory?
19
Blu
I am feeling blue
Godot will be coming soon.
After him
We'll wait on you.
I share Berryman's fate.
I know this, like the spiders and the web.
How's about staying with me?
With a matter of fact and purpose.
Like the center of your tears,
Like the passing of absent breathes.
Like an angle.
I am feeling blue,
and the after is you.
I understand only passing glances, wicked footsteps.
Like the center of your tears,
Like being so.
There was a minister in the courtyard,
I felt like making fun of,
until I understood in seconds
There is me,
Here is him.
To be in the fucking middle of your tears,
I would understand every fall,
better than you.
I would present math.
like a knights sword,
I will be valiant.
When the wielder wonders where their courage went.
As she cries in the living room I speak of gusts,
As she cries I laugh.
This is the greatest day
I am feeling blue.
This albatross won't be coming off
anytime soon.
20
Like you and the death of me.
We're killing the names you thought you wore.
I am constantly changing titles.
The fact is this is the fact,
I am a slave to words.
21
Spoken In Stares
You know what I mean
Don't play dumb
as I look at your body
crave your curves
you know what I mean.
There is much in the way here,
I move around to see you, to understand
your way's.
So good for you,
so sweet in you.
If we were stars
astronomers would hate us.
Our constant movement.
Our sweet decent.
Our insanity, if you are insane.
Oh, to know you inside and out
Only now spoken through stares.
22
The Plane
I think in flight, for some reason.
I walk heavy, as if the ground offends me often.
I smoke cigarettes like I hate myself.
Oh, the strength of walls.
The bittersweet captivity of ceilings.
Looking at clouds,
Wondering why planes are necessary
If I were a bird
I'd give up the secret.
Fuck physics.
(They know something we don’t I swear)
We'd be happy that day.
As Julie says birds can't speak.
I say they're good at keeping to themselves.
Driven by slick movement,
constant euphoric motion,
It would be sex.
God doesn't know how to speak to us.
anymore.
23
Proper Beginnings
To do this I will have to be sober.
So, lets not speak until the morning.
24
Up
There was this feeling like butterflies.
I can't describe it,
Emotions really make no sense to me.
I think it's the years of neglect,
Or maybe too much attention.
I can't make heads or tails of it.
The brightness of our intellect
dims in their presence.
It's no matter,
Up
Like this.
There was this view like you,
I tried to describe it,
but I know how my eyes can deceive me.
I am too often blind.
Up
Like this.
There was this sound.
What do I know of beauty?
Up
Like this.
There was this scent,
A matter of another senses laughter.
Up
Like this.
It's sort of like a juxtapose between fate and choice.
25
Son of Man
The man is surreal.
Like the apple.
I admire the suit and conservative hat.
You admire the wall.
I tell you it's my favorite painting
you say I have seen better.
Goodbye.
26
Slow Realizations
My father is a coward,
I can feel it,
feel it in mere seconds of being in his
presence.
You sink faster then I thought you would
Life's sick, prophetic ocean.
Your drowning in the wrong end.
I have nothing
but the butterflies were once something a little less beautiful.
I've swallowed my share of this water,
I am done,
Like so many angels.
If you pass the time, I will only pass away.
Where is your sense?
27
Goth Punk Bitch
You spoke only in silence,
Wearing red in your black hair.
I say,
I feel as if I am dieing
I don't know what of.
All the cigarettes
Beer,
Stress,
Lack of sex?
Anyway, could you be a doll
and find out, whisper it in my ear, at my funeral....
It will help my spirit rest.
Knowing what did me in.
You smile,
I'm good in small doses.
Later your going to hate my apathy towards
everything.
28
The Unfortunate Loss of Jennifer's Black Light Poster
This bridge has nothing on me
and you are ruin.
I've known your kind since I was old enough for happy hour.
Since I was kind enough to breathe in bars.
I knew I was right as you fell head first
Into Julie.
Ripped her from the wall, angered the host.
October was in my chair.
I love the fall.
Jennifer did it in the garden
It was of little worth
but I still remember it
all these years later.
You have no friend in me.
Your so drunk you pay more then asked for.
As Jennifer slaps your head exactly every five seconds.
My watch never lies.
Though I never understand what it measures.
29
To Four Leaves
How's your head?
Is there anything left?
We blink only to mesmerize the others.
We smile only because they speak to us.
We laugh because they're ignorant,
but we have needs.
You think you have something,
You think you have value?
I smile at your absence.
I laugh at your repeater.
What is inside you that doesn't breathe in me?
Think yourself lucky, that the end isn't here yet
Think yourself happy,
We still have time
In the beautiful women glass.
You think yourself perfect.
Good Luck.
30
Meth-Head
You could stop breathing,
I promise I won't mind.
31
(Everyone): Almost
The truth is in the wine.
As he rapes you with his eyes,
I hated myself when I was like that.
But I had more fun.
I light a cigarette as you pass me a glass,
White Zinfandel tastes like you use too.
We play Uno and I notice the Uno colors.
The spaces in the numbers, wild cards.
This toast is to everyone,
well, almost.
He gets you next to him,
As I pour another glass.
Times like these I embrace,
But I think I could use a change.
As I flip my middle finger at no one.
As I lose my cool silently.
I hear you moan.
Avant Garde succeed on a Saturday night!
I laugh with smoke in my teeth
At your embarrassed demeanor.
32
The Last Matter Of The Gun and The Fools
The things you've built here,
are crumpling slightly.
Age is winning the war over your creativity.
As the ‘what was immortal’ dies before you,
You tell yourself you will fix it,
It just isn't the same.
It will never be the same.
Again.
As age takes it's toil
You grab your guns and fools,
You work like kings, horses, and men.
But you couldn't put the form back together again,
Only made something new.
Like clockwork,
Like impressions you forgot you knew.
Like God molding old clay.
You drink your wine and stare,
At what was, at what is.
Past and Present at the same time.
It just isn't the same,
As you holster your weapons,
You know this.
So, you draw them again.
33
DCFC and Wine Night
As we listen to Passenger Seat,
and remember the night I asked too many questions.
I only wanted to know what you thought,
About the streetlights.
Your cup lost it's weight and I move.
Your compromise was only on the couch,
Mine was not taking it to far.
Just a kiss, a finger tip on your cheek.
Too much time spent on looking well,
How could we keep our hands off of each other.
It wouldn’t do us justice.
As I clean up the mess,
No one will know what took place here,
It's ours and ours alone.
We’ll tell Gibbard when we’re friends,
And these events are too old to be embarrassing.
34
Attempts
As you give me lessons on how to be a ghost,
I try to die.
I don't mean to be Gothic but I hate the sun.
You don't mean to offend but “fuck you.”
Your attempts to be my inkling fail in moments,
You can't speak, I can't hear.
Or something like that.
35
The Epic and Me
We walked in the desert
The epic and me,
All I could focus on was the heat.
The epic focused on movements forward.
When needed I am there,
I don't want to over exert myself.
Just a little stance to the edges of simple.
Later followed by positive reinforcement.
The epic just smiles.
You had instinct.
You had theory.
The epic calls me closer.
We weren't most people,
What is the point?
I smoke a cigarette and drink the wine,
The epic smokes a joint.
The epic just smiles.
You had purpose.
You had God on your side.
We're such exotic fruits.
Aren't we?
The epic points out birds in flight,
As always I am jealous of their design.
Let's not waste time on distaste,
Be as the leaves,
Not caring on where they land.
As long as they land somewhere.
We walk a few more miles.
The city shined and gleamed.
We didn't belong there,
So we moved on.
36
It's just places,
There are other places.
The epic spits on your name,
as I wonder about its meter.
The epic blames my attention on your eyes,
I assure him, this isn't love.
You laugh,
As if I will see later,
I was wrong.
I'll be the glass to which you drink from,
I'll be the smile everyone begs to see,
You will be apart.
Of the epic and me.
It seems essential.
37
Your Favorite Cartoon
How animated you are in this place,
As if here, the artist gets it right.
Everything that comes from your throat,
Is shaped like music notes.
You are the roots my leaves depend on.
Your given a bomb,
Only to become dusty.
I admire your cause and effect.
You are the pen that wrote too well.
Everything we need is in your bag,
I am always prepared in your presence,
Next time just leave the mallet.
It gets you into trouble.
You are the songs at my funeral.
You are,
My favorite cartoon.
38
That Night
That night I reminded myself of all those shooting stars,
Determined in my pride,
Think what you will.
As I make myself into squares,
You start running circles.
I start killing time,
You wind your watch.
That night I would have killed myself,
If not for your voice.
If not,
For,
Your presence.
In my mind I am constantly trying to under mind him.
Words spoken in lonely rooms, where I always win.
That night,
I talked to myself for hours.
Satisfied that I won every five minutes of time spent.
Unsatisfied that it wasn't to his face.
We all have regrets,
This one won't rest long,
It is a matter of the times.
It is a matter of the present,
And where I placed you....
Wrongly.
39
Finding Absolutes Part I
I crashed in the laps of so many,
I have seen the laughter in the eyes
of enemies.
Maybe foes,
It is so hard to tell sometimes.
Searching for something honest,
Is doubtful in many circles.
I've haven't found an absolute.
Besides the one's I found in you.
If I've been thinking about it right,
This may be true.
Because I've found one absolute,
That being you.
40
The Flaw Flawless
Around age ten she started falling,
Not in the sense that she would regret anything.
Just a fall.
Unsure after ten years how fast she had been falling.
Unsure of where she will land,
God she wants to land.
He doesn't listen.
It's Okay,
She's use to it.
I meet her at twenty-four as old friends.
Catching up was always fun,
This time I had to fall a little faster,
By the end I was beside you.
Smelling your skin,
Tasting the better parts of you.
We fall so well.
You are my compliment.
41
Color
My favorite color is blue
I admire it's significance.
I am blue,
The sky is beautiful.
During the day.
42
The Annoying Girls Party
She wore cigarette smoke better than anyone.
Despite what you think...
There is poetry in here.
Here there is that depth you are searching for.
You're just too involved,
With self.
She collected my discarded pages in a binder.
I laugh at her stupidity until I am aware of their value.
They don't know we've grown up.
They find it distasteful how we were able to dismiss
Neverland with ease.
We have something more in us then your drinks.
We count their stumbles.
We hear their tears with apathy.
We've been there, and we answered for ourselves.
Collective only in pairs.
I would take a punch,
Just one.
43
The Haunting of Eye and Thumb
It was one of those cases where,
One had to be forgiven to move on.
I can imagine before he saw us, there was much swallowing of pride.
Cum feasting slut,
If you didn't hate us before,
Your going to fucking despise us now.
The thumb forgives, the eye always looks away.
You will never feel their color again.
You have planted the seed,
But no one desires the scent of your flower.
They just inhale death, and exhale life around it.
Like a cigarette,
Like taking a ride in Jack Kerouac's station wagon.
The destination is an entire fucking state.
We piss off the details.
44
The Escapist Us
We design in portable.
Like we are in a state,
Of constant leaving.
Sucking down what it means to be,
Through no fault of our own cups.
But we play music underneath every midnight moon.
The stars are thinking,
Of their favorite versions.
Unabridged.
Super fragile.
It's hard to believe in them.
As they shine absolute, I wonder if my eyes are playing tricks on me.
I dumb strike my senses,
In an effort for more Godlike posture.
We are the personification of escape.
With the grace of paper planes,
Children make a fleet of us.
45
Edgar and the Misuse of the Religious Tri in a Cosmic Intervention
They were attempting to get it to stop,
By it I mean Eternity
and by stop I mean this whole time business.
The god's pondered, Since when does existence need a measuring stick?
46
Your Absurd Vagabond
She never speaks to you directly,
It's her style.
The selected have collected their possessions,
The disowned have realized their place,
Longing as they do,
For a difference.
The poor to wage war,
only to kill the rich.
Not for their money,
Simply based on principle.
You are the sum of morality aren't you?
The European accent,
The stunning blinks of stunning lights.
We fucked like it's going out of style,
I demand we raise glasses to that evening.
Lets get caught being fond.
As I attempt to find the glitches in your animation.
You tell me it's all a matter of being human.
You realize perfection is imperfect and I agree,
As I blow the dust from old words,
You comment on time,
Saying the past has died
But there's a fuck ton of future out there.
Lets choose to think of them less,
Simply based on principle.
47
Life in Bebop
I am only concerned with God when I think about death.
Please don't put me in the ground,
It wouldn't be fitting to my lifestyle.
Something I hope rings true in my passing.
But as we all know,
No one can dance to your bebop.
I walk in the spaces between
Where the words are heard
Where the words are seen
I walk in the spaces between
Silence and the bebop,
I am torn between contemplation
and dance.
No one can dance to your bebop kid,
No one can say you don't have the
Moves.
Aren't we an amusing collection of amusements.
We think like yesterday's news.
48
Mr. Lost and His Three Stars
One, two, three stars.
One of which is blind.
Told stories to each other, about the once's.
All for the benefit of Mr. Lost,
Who was lost indeed.
They asked you for your bio, and your thoughts on God.
You were hesitate to reveal both.
You spoke of the names of teachers,
and what you did in church.
They know how to build back the bridges...Don't they!
My kingdom for the head of the architect who taught them.
Three stars lay dying in your eyes,
and something inside you feels lonely.
49
The Tenth Tree
In the first tree was me.
But not me, like a dream that fools you.
In the second was a sword I never was,
It swirled around gracefully in the leaves.
In the third was a white wolf,
I named him Kafka. It felt right.
In the fourth I laid dieing,
and was thankful I was alone.
In the fifth was rain,
coming from a single cloud, it had such purpose.
In the sixth was a murder of crows,
They left me ill at ease.
The eighth held a pale man,
His face was painted, his eyes weren't there.
I thought he was the devil.
The ninth was my peace,
I smelled the air...
Felt the breeze against my skin, the way I feel her.
Listen to the leaves work their fuss.
In the tenth was my war,
I climbed the tenth.
50
Chapter Green
Damn Jack I presume?
Later known as Nothing At All
And
Where Was When (Without a question mark so quite a paradox)
While you spelled out the motivation to all your spells,
I finished the chapter green.
My hands were tired and later I thought of God.
In the paper suits and the times you feel less like yourself.
Less in touch.
One two three four
One two three four
in
out
in
out
Playing catch up while you present the ghosts of the house.
They were polite and I never minded them before.
We played Life.
51
The Lamp was Demonic
There was a loss, much valued.
I can't waste time thinking about,
I'm not,
This is mourning it's passing.
This is where the line between fucking up and proving a point needs to be drawn.
In their talents they had no value to us,
but the light enhanced there characteristics,
That lamp was demonic.
The late solider always comes to win the war,
You failed us all,
I'm sorry...There will be no second chance to redeem yourself.
There was a loss, much valued.
Something no one can get back.
I've got a date with recovery,
As you sit at home watching the world,
Slowly kill itself.
With the lamp on.
52
Tell me The Unabridged Version (I've Got Time)
This door I do not understand.
It has no purpose.
It was built by my father,
I often wonder...
Is it to keep something out or in?
Is it a matter of privacy in a glass room?
Is it where I begin and where you...You end?
Tell me the unabridged version, this piece of architecture worries me.
Tell me all the details, the filthy secrets.
I want to know everything, tell me over drinks.
Spill your guts but don't leave them,
I hear they're useful.
Natural Light from a red plastic cup,
Just for the endurance,
I get so tired these days.
A cigarette to stimulate,
A hat to adjust.
Maybe fake wire rimmed glasses,
Because it just feels right.
53
The Problem with The Last Chapter Of That Book We Forgot The Name Of
It started with someone saying it was forced
and we laughed and said yes
Inside we mocked their generic answers.
We made them nervous.
In the back yard I play guitar
Because I don't know how to speak.
Thus, diminishing my chances of saying the right thing.
(Think before you speak)
Write before you think and edit afterwards.
Short cuts,
Thin windows to nothing at all.
We are meaningless,
and in that I have found too much meaning to bare.
Oh...White Fang!
54
The Cave-In and What Came Before
Speak to me in Latin how I think I would like,
Maybe with modern pronunciations.
Like when they tried to tell be about myself.
Your hair is forgiveness in the soft scent of Herbal Essence.
Your think tank hands work out their master plan A
As I notice how often you've said my name.
Drive...
The car sometimes defines safe.
No matter what they'll have you think
We have learned new words like,
Moderation.
Sometimes they know too much about us I feel.
As I constitute a landslide,
You cave-in.
55
When I Find...
As I said chaos is poetry
you wondered how I came to this conclusion.
On matters such as these I have to go with my gut.
When I find my star,
You get caught being delightful.
I can only back up what I say,
Sometimes not even then,
I have dispositions.
When I find a breeze,
You caution me on walking with my eyes closed.
I realized something about myself
I never understood...
Absolute.
When I find one,
I'll let you know.
I have to just break down the barriers.
I feel them honestly,
In my head,
Little lines of confusion and stress,
God in patterns.
Call me your Existential Side Kick
Call me whatever,
Just think before you speak
Lets not get... Crazy.
It's all about the poetry of skin.
The kind of poetry appealing to all six senses.
56
All Yesterday's Parties
Don't ash the cigar,
Let it keep it's structure a little longer.
We use to play Beowulf,
Now we play Faust.
Last night I was caught inside horror,
It had fangs unimaginable.
It wore fancy scars.
Don't just drink it,
You have to swirl it around first.
Trust me,
Some things make all the difference.
You always sleep like you never have before.
I must say,
It's been a good evening.
57
Fatigue
What gave you the right?
(Insert the wraith of god here)
Later there was need for a murderer,
I was too tired,
Had... shall we say,
Invested too much already.
58
The Drive Between Work and Home
The road captured the storms essence.
The lightening,
As it finally decided where it was going,
Thought it better to land far away.
Landing behind the tree tops guarding specks of unknown.
To see the forest for the trees,
Understanding ignorance.
Lighting a cigarette because I disapprove.
Thoughts meant well but never in essence.
The clouds seemed to surround us,
But we're generous with the space of their prison,
Prison is a fools ploy in forever.
This storm is a philosopher.
Wrapped in fury.
59
Here
This is nonfiction at its best.
And these measures must be reversed!
I have taken this too far.
But I still
Have my wits about me,
I am not yet lost.
60
Metaphor
Across the field there was a break in the wood I mistook for a trail.
In due time there was only me and it.
It being always with me,
Over me,
Like a balloon.
She stood a little ways in.
In her hands she held it's head.
As if to tell me,
I'm next.
61
Fuck Off Day
As I wonder
How many times my mind has kept me going
When I should have died,
I tempt the heart attack.
I dare my will to break,
I've thrown it down on the table
and called it a coward.
It just smiled.
Like all the clowns in tents,
Like all the faces on the day of your demise.
Welcome those who dare,
and piss off those who don't.
We want there to be no confusion,
We're here to be rotten.
62
The Perfect 0
There you are,
The late star of tomorrow,
The morning glory embers,
The Perfect 0.
My how you say the words I think,
In accent as well.
We found dirt in your halo,
Skin in your divinity.
There you are,
The first and the who would want to be last,
alpha
omega
and a hint of the other letters.
Just trails of white
and your lack of pigment.
Here you are,
The Perfect 0.
No time for glory
When there is time to make ends.
63
Thoughtful Ending; Thinking, Maybe
There in passing I had a moment or two when I thought about my own mortality.
Blinking it away I burned like a flame,
a spitfire.
High strung and quick to anger.
May I see you one and all...And I the collapse!
We can support this mystery, we have the talent
The need!
Clicking shoelace hierarchy with mass production and a few hot celebs.
We could blink it all away
Put up our hands and say “To hell with this ingenious servitude!”
There in passing I had a moment or two when I thought about my own existence.
I thought about blinking but decided against.
I wrote helpless and with more than a letter held at a mail station by a black and white screen
with gloved hand.
Better suited for we who have the eyes of clarity.
The humans who have more experience with such things
The difference between ruined and naïve.
Forgetting Jesus Christ.
There in passing I had a moment or two when I thought about time,
It was late.
Look me in the eyes for your reflection,
To see how I feel about you.
64
NO!
“Don't blink, that's when they move.”
She said on a note that would be marked suicide if I knew it didn't last forever.
Most mornings I'm clumsy.
Most drugs do the trick.
Damsel in a white dress mocks purity as her skin tells otherwise.
Her eyes say nothing.
I was a stone only once in my life.
Someone's voice held me in the dark beats of a one horse town and at least two spiders.
To be mute.
To not be trusted with the keys to a dazed kingdom for fear I would awaken it's ten year winter
but never Christmas.
NO!
Written on my hand to stop poor motivation and still life imagination.
Don't spit!
A child like design with godlike consequences.
To hell with you madness!
We deny everything!
We represent all those God couldn't defend.
65
Life/Owe... Live and Down the Hatch
I became the devil today.
Yes dear sir,
The devil,
and less to you too.
My horns are in full swing, naked in my forehead.
My forked tongue registers lies and ember settings.
A fool now
But give me a thousand years
To sit and wait on a method.
Before the war started I was quite fine you see.
Now I have too many scars
A broken knee thanks to hop scotch.
Not without a soul,
Just mind numbing attempts to restore order to my life.
A well devised plan to kill the moment.
That left me breathless.
Where I was asked to find glory in defeat and other hardships they put on me.
To not care.
To.
Not.
Care.
In the house of marked doors and smoking rooms.
Here is no more for you dear shoe.
You have served your purpose,
But we've reached the beach.
No more rocks, we shall sit and wonder no more.
66
Thumb the Scribe
I had a dream that the sun declared war with the moon on paper.
Live before you have nothing to live for,
Lazy proverbs choke needy minds.
Skin Purple, the new color of desperation.
Slip into something more comfortable,
We all know we never wear anything fitting.
The Scribe scribbles on paper napkins in a bar.
The Modern bard,
Silent and unbecoming.
No one will hear his sonnets.
You must be the definition of distraction,
I can hear it in your voice.
It signified by absence of my concentration.
Don’t be angry I don’t blame you.
We all have to be good at something.
67
The Girl’s Got Finish
Miram worn thin
Took up the advice of the weary,
In the constitution of apathy,
Made amends with it all.
Afterwards…
She smiled like she never smiled.
Smoked cigarettes,
Said the right things,
Fucked like a goddess.
Before she existed in objects,
Now she is here
With candy lips.
Miram worn thin, made amends with it all.
68
Death Bed Blues
We make our choices,
Goddamn right we do…
Leaking down the edges,
Making sense out of nothing but your thoughts,
Oh Yes…
We make our choices.
How you hold on to the figments
Like this is the only evidence
You were ever here.
The importance of worrying over a legacy.
What light,
What lips,
Gave us the idea.
We would live forever.
Smile in our finite circles,
The best things never last.
69
Clown in a Green Hat
No
No
Your mistaken
This will not defeat me.
Will your creationism outlast evolution?
One in the same I say.
A starts got a middle to finish no matter how you spin it.
Clowns laugh in green hats in camp fire circles.
Singing songs older than time,
Drinking aged Merlot.
Your never the same
Afterwards.
70
Making Something In Sport
A lasting impression of the subtle instance of creating something in sport.
Nothing better.
71
S(P)-IT
…And so an Angel took a Demon to heaven
Didn’t you just shatter?
I would have been thinking about the past
You run towards the future like your begging to die.
I am not better than you
Just a different kind of better.
The Flood Myth of a different mythology.
Before the time of day I would have had you.
Like a national anthem in the eyes of a patriot
Like wondering about God.
…And so an Angel took a Demon to heaven.
We watched like heroes.


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