Everything is bittersweet
Because evil taints all good
And I'm sorry I always say what I feel
Even if it doesn't sound how it should.
But if I love you I'll let you know
Even if words turn to bullets mid air
Because every day has potential to evade
And be the first or the final
So we can start fresh
Or sunbathe til scars fade
And our thighs recover from tongues like razor blades
That perch as serpents in a basket eager to attack
With each flick of a lighter.
It's okay to be misunderstood
Because of how or why
And words are meant to be said not thought
So I turned that filter off miles down that highway.
Now I'm running on empty with a head clear as day
In the backseat of your car
When the blunt between my fingers turns into my mothers lips reminding me to be myself.
It's harder then it seems when yourself is caught between
the intersection of angel and sinner
And the common ground gets thinner
when the right brain hates the left
And the blue eyes burn red.
It's hard to understand I suppose
but in her eyes that clung to my own
I found the world inside and every step along the path I carry twice the flesh
And maybe for once you can understand why I say every word
And don't seem to bother what the neighbors overheard
as they biker over who needs to cut the lawn
And who lost twenty pounds.
We are all seven million people within one set of bones
and thousands of missed appointments guided me straight to you
and now I'm not the same
because you placed a flag upon my heart and claimed your stake
that seemed to change the game.
Olivia's eyes are closed permanently
Because believe it or not things can be permanent
My father whispered to my spine
As the harmonica struck a chord and cleared the room of itchy suits and small talk that will fade like a sunburn
which is the only proof that the sun did shine
A while back down the road beside
The phase you left behind
along with your virginity in someone's basement
on a mattress with someone named Chris... No, David.
Either way it's all the same on a street without a name one Thursday night last August.
Don't tell a soul because even souls lie sometimes
and soles never last the entire track season
So hold your breath and cross the hot rocks
Everything will callouss at some point
And until that day she will sit in the back of the class because
numbers just don't translate and she cant seem to stop tapping her leg
And when smoke claims it's stake and life's on the brink
She collapsed into my arms
scared eyes looked to mine in some kind of desperation;
helpless to death I hold her close and swore to God I loved her.

And in the flash of death in life I know I knew I meant it.

Stained tea kettle howled
almost as loud as we did
one cool November night
leaving us trapped between
boredom and curiosity.
Stale bread and ripped jeans
turning us into something more
then five strangers with too much time
and too little money in our hands.
It didn't matter how many scars covered our wrists
because for a moment they didn't exist
through our bloodshot eyes.
Clarity and time became dim
as lights faded along with my mind
because soon I would find
my hands inside yours without a word
and slowly things seemed to fall apart
as months of wary burdened our hearts
because we couldn't quite forget the night
we turned from strangers to lovers
the questions never answered seemed to linger
that led us to crumble
as quickly as the brownie between my fingers.

If we make it through tonight
we have made it through the war.

Do you ever glance over your shoulder
when you visit our favorite coffee shop?
It didn't seem so far down the road when our hands were interlaced
now it seems an impossible distance to make
one lonely Tuesday night mid-May.
I sit at the table closest to the window
just in case
you happened to pass by and realize you loved me
but I've never been very realistic.
The room never seemed so smokey
when your eyes met mine across the table
but those very same eyes now watch the counter
and hope to hear a quiet voice order a chai latte.
I haven't heard it in a while
maybe you've found a new location;
a new girl with set of pale legs
and wide eyes.
I'm hardly a poet
and I can't stand rhymes enough to try
but I never had the chance to articulate
how deeply I've fallen
into your words
and your crooked smile
to prove to you that
I pushed you away
when you were the one I needed closest.
And I lied when I said
I didn't love you.

Freckles speculate hate
Mixing rushing ***
Kissing touching
Numb
Span the globe
Scan my mind
Just in time
To find a dime
Perfect flawless
Lawless bunch
Cockroach
Toenails
Make a crunch
All that rises is smoke and dust
And fragments of metal
Rocking chair rust
Because Melbourne is sinking
Along with my mind
Touch me forever
I swear I'll be kind
Even parking lots
Run out of time
Between brown eyes
And pursed lips
Your silver lining covered by rain
Refrain
Dear you look so splendid
And stupid
In the skin that drips
And slips
Into a bucket of paint
And freckles faint
Now fly away
To play on children's cheeks
On tire swings
While a demented boat flings
Sea lions upon one another
Into the bed of tears
She hears him cry
Because his truck has one wheel
And he can't quite feel
His head on her bed
Or his marshmallow finger tips
Cracking whips
While her hips collapse
And gasp
And sigh
While nuns are get high
Off of Jesus
The gardener from around the bend
And they bend
And kneel
On their knees
To please
The swarm of honey bees
That sail with the wild things upon the seas
But they can only count to ten
And not a sound from Big Ben
With a look in his eye
Of boredom and a final slice
Of pecan pie
Because he has been drafted again
No time to pretend
Tell your love its the end
Grab your gun
And run
Into the blood bank
Battlefield
Lay awake to forget
A stomach full of whiskey and regret
From the book of folklore below the bed
Floating bubbles on the dead
Lake ahead
Resist
Persist
Blue hair slams upon a grave
Red lips gravely graze
Claire's feet by the bay
What a feat
To defeat
Nothingness
The mending of pretending
But the truth is aloof
And that boy is still homeless
While Benjamin Franklin plays hide and seek
Waiting
Hesitating
Because he may smoke cigarettes or he may have a wife
But it's better safe then *****
And a large crowd
Never seemed so proud
Of a mayor of a city
Just west of someplace east
You can count on Chinatown to understand
Anything about rice or business underground
Because the pigment of your person
Is somehow more important
Then the character behind the content
And place of origin
Because the children are crying
Can't you hear it
Mothers punch and hit
While families full of love are unfit
Because there are  two fathers
And someone decided two is worse then none
And the green on the ground is wasting away
While  green in the bowl can't stay
All the color all sails away
With the boys off to war
Sent astray
In the middle of the day
Close your eyes open your mind
You may meet your soulmate
You may lose your mind
Either way you're running out of time.

You looked at me
and I looked at you
and that's exactly what happened.

The holes in the ozone layer have cracked
and all the fog is rising
and diffusing into heaven
where the angels choke
and lay dying
beneath the sky stained black.
Light up the dark with the flick of a switch,
the power will simmer as circuits brake
because now the sky is dimmer
then ever before.
The glow at the end of the tunnel is weak
and the angels no longer sing
because their lungs are heavy with the sting
of the smog that fills heaven
too much for fragile eyes to handle.
Tears dissipate and trickle to earth
but these drops are not enough to reverse
the draught and dull of the human curse.