**** the Religious Right
        **** Those That Condemn Others
                **** The Republicans
                        **** The Democrats
                                **** The Government Having Too Much Say In Our Lives
                                  **** Paying Taxes
                                    **** The Gas Company
                                             **** The Water Company
                                                     **** The Electric Company
                                                         ­     **** Cars
                                                            ­          **** Car Payments
                                                        ­                      **** Being Late On Payments
                                                        ­                              **** Bills All Together
                                                        ­                                      **** Not Getting Benefits For Being Early On Payments
                                                        ­                                              **** My Need To Capitalize Every Word
                                                            ­                                                  **** PETA
                                                            ­                                                          **** People That Mistreat Animals
                                                         ­                                                                 ­    **** Vegetarians
                                                     ­                                                                **** Carnivores
                                                      ­                                                        **** Omnivores, What You Can't Choose A Side?!?!?
                                                       ­                                             **** Going To College Just To Work At McDonalds
                                                       ­                                     **** White Collar Getting Paid More Than Blue Collar
                                                          ­                          **** Having A Collar
                                                          ­                  **** The People That Reproduce Too **** Much
                                                            ­         **** Those That Think There's No Future In Children
                                                        ­      **** Commercialism
                                                  ­     **** Never Running Out Of Things To ****
                                               **** People That Say They Have No Friends But They're Always Too Busy To Do Anything Cuz They're Already Hanging Out With Someone Else
                                       **** Anyone Who Likes This Poem
                               **** Anyone Who Doesn’t Like This Poem
                      **** 6,000 Channels On TV And Nothing Is Ever On
              **** The Summer Sun
      **** Global Warming
**** Flat Pop
        **** Hot Coffee That Gets Cold
                **** Pets Dying
                         **** Death
                                 **** Wasting Life
                                         **** People That Talk To Much
                                                 **** People That Cuss
                                                          Fu­ck People That Have A Problem With Cussing
                                                         ­          **** Fox News
                                                            ­               **** Anyone That Lives Their Life Strictly By A Book (especially you Harold And The Purple Crayon people out there)
                                                          ­                          **** Laugh Tracks Telling Me When To Laugh
                                                           ­                                 **** Everything That You Stand For
                                                             ­                                       **** Everything That You Are
                                                             ­                                                **** Everything That You're Not
                                                             ­                                                         **** Finishing This Poem, I'm Gonna Go Eat
                               **** Anything That I Forgot To **** In This POEM

Outside her apartment window
Hidden in the shadows of lawn ornaments and sullen trees
I stand against the onslaught of a sour storm
Beat down ragged and suspended in pouring rain
I take one last long hard drag off of my cigarette
Spit out a ravenous piece of cancerous lung
Peer past the tree leaves and oak branches
Her exquisite corpse of a silhouette gestures madly
Distracting discussions over the telephone
Locked safely behind her closed curtains
My fists begin to clench tightly in some remorseless insult
My feet slink like a ghost ship up the staircase leading to her residence
The doorknob seems to turn effortlessly in the palm of my rain soaked hand
I slither into the darkened living room
With only the slightest creak and moan of the wooden floorboard
With only treacherous laments rising through my heartbroken mind
Her bedroom door a glow in a shimmering sultry fluorescent halo
I stand outside of another dimension
Listening to her silken voice decry her shamed heart
Brightstar plays softly in the background
Framing the anguish of uneasy conversations
My breath feels like molten lead
Heavy and filling the space between her beauty and me
Compelled by some deep rooted idea racing in my brain
My hand reaches towards the doorknob and noiselessly turns
Her back is to me
She cannot see me
She never sees me
This consideration hangs in the storm-ravaged night
As the clouds conceal the sky
And the eyes of whatever benevolent being may exist
We are alone
Just her and I
The way that it should have been
The way that it will always be
The distance between us closes as my whole body moves with silent enraged urgency
She feels my hot breath breathing and blowing against wisps of hair draping down her shoulder
She utters out a frightened gasp and hastily turns to face the monster behind her
A coy smirk slips across her beautiful lips
And her martini eyes enliven with the burn of ecstasy
Her arms constrict around my frame in some coalescent embrace
She begins to smother me with kisses and tears
As she howls about brighter days and star filled nights in the country
I stand stoic
Undamaged by her latest exhibit of penitence filled affection
I gently lift her head up by the chin
Gaze reflectively into her eyes
And give her one last kiss…


One last kiss.

My mind is unfiltered
Your mind is bare
An empty canvas painted
By those of your past
And your everywhere
Watercolors never last
Dripped away with heavy acid rain
You are a fresh start.
You are a vacant work of art
I am a collage of chaos
I am pure pandemonium

Lost somewhere along a missing mile
Far passed a forgotten house
Sheltered in vines
A twin dream
Of a tree branch
Hanging over the highway
We are not afraid
Drawn and inked
Covered in splattered blood
A lost soul drifting
Coloring the walls with crayon
We are not afraid
Ghost dreams
As the spider weaves its web
Spirits calling
From across the antique mountains
Nothing is sacred here
An exit was promised
Somewhere past the horizon
We are not afraid
Nothing is sacred here

(I)
The quest for love is tired and spent
Endless anguish for one that you hope to find
Along this extensive desolately disenchanted road
Where faces come and go in and out of aged shadows
No body is sweetly thought about for longer than an affair
Grown uninterested and somnolent of the same tedious routine
It’s all just a squandered course of existence

(II)
People covered in leaves
Sitting on a couch
Covered in leaves
Looking at me
Staring at me
Covered in blood

(III)
We were here fifty years ago
Drifting in and out of conversations
About some perverse poetry
Sultry vixens and the men they tamed
Whispers and shouts
Eloquently spoken over some scrambled background jazz
A hustle of people migrating around
In some discordant harmonious rhythm
Cocktail hour at this doomed speakeasy
We drank and were silent
We drank and were voicing our opinions
We drank more until we could no longer drink any longer
We stumbled outside
Attempted to hail a cab
Fell asleep on a park bench
Awoke to the sun’s rays glaring
From some far off distance
Warmth on our nightly chilled face
We rose from our slumber
And began to walk towards the nearest open bar
To start it all over again

(IV)
Stop!
This is *******
Proceed no further
A thousand exotic images
Flashing widescreen
Moans and groans
Entanglement of legs and limbs
Numbing
Tingling
Writhing
Writhing in ecstasy
A million dollar money shot
*** get baptized
No sense in wasting a good time

(V)**
There’s hopelessness here
Behind my eyes
Thirty thousand words
Scripted in chaos
Where does our destiny lie?
Somewhere out on the open broken road
Riding down damaged goods
Animals roaming free
Over civilizations failure
Hard-edged footprints
Caked in last night’s mud
Wandering shapelessly
We are lost
Feed the wall
Feed the tree
I only hurt in your dreams
So I plagiarize because there’s nothing better to do
Just killing a remembrance of time
Lying on the nearest railroad track
And waiting for the end of the line

Watching dawn transcend into chaos
This landscape bleeds contempt
Some off-color music playing in the distance
A silent soundtrack coinciding with the end of days
A lifeless suicidal prophecy fulfilled
We were once alone
Afraid to be left in the dark
Now we seek shelter from the sun
Shelter from the son
Embrace my burial ground
As I embrace the fallout
Embrace my burial ground
As I embrace the fallout
I think I’m gonna die today

Lies are what they say
I can't sleep
Tearing at the seems of reality
I ride this crazy horse to battle
Sapphire cuts on broken teeth grins
Can't feel the touch of the aching
Fingers bent 90 degrees in protest
My days, weeks, months, years
All out of order
Disorder
Stop time for a moment longer
Crossing rivers of dead soldiers
I put my cigarette out in my enemy's blood
Washing my hands clean every new moon
Every new moon

Hours of darkness
I sit here in situated scenarios
Gnawing over estimated ruins
Staring at imperfect forgotten pictures of you
Beat fear in the mentality of collapsed tolerance
Whispers of conversations throughout the walls
I am nothing if not bored by you
One too many ends to an end
Voices inhabit the sins of silence in isolation
I’d be lying if I said good-bye