They come to you when you weep
They enter your dreams when you sleep
They come from a place known as the Deep
They are hunters who use your salty tears to reap
All your sins
All your broken promises
All your faults
All your misdeeds
They carry their keep to the big empty
To feed the aliens, the cacti and the dusty weeds
The leftovers get poured into a stream
Which runs into the river
Which flows into the ocean
So as you look up at the clouds
In a state of love or fear
Remember that they're made of
All your recycled and discarded tears
So dance in the rain
Hear the passion of the thunder
And don't be afraid to cry
Open your mouth and taste the wonder
Of nature's pain,
The strange and insane,
The wild and the tame,
The cycle of loss and gain

Her arrival comes
When the winged-ones
Are all gone
What an ironic
Punishment
Love and war
They were supposed
To conceive
Something we earthlings
Call peace
But it seems we’re still split
Into sects of save the trees
And warrior’s armor
How’s it possible
To violate one’s own will
Did you?
Did you?
Bright shadows remain a mystery
Mystery always equals death
But despite her injuries
She still hasn’t left
Peccavimus
Is written on Venus
As the crowd throws
Old tomatoes on her stage
Chanting ‘he’
In the name of progress
In the name of
All that they can’t understand
She’s made of all the skins you throw away
She’s made of all the skins you throw away

It broke the seal and we disappeared in orbit. Feathers fall around his head. Her feet are sinking in the earth. Our electric fingers orchestrate the planets. The heart of the scorpion is failing. The soul from the star falls down to the clouds and opens its eyes. Sadness and anxiety are sisters. The music is over. I fired the devil and now I’m no longer welcome in his world. Trees drug. Institutions suffocate. All the shapes and colours with their bright, hard edges smother me until I burst like a balloon. I want to traverse the earth in snow, so I won’t have to look to a sky of sorrows in order to come down. I want winter all to myself. I want the water’s reflection upon your face. I want the taste of whiskey in our kiss. Other than that, there’s not much that I’ll miss. I want to return to the nothing. I want to see myself drift away. Till then I’m married to melancholy. Till death do us part.

I'm coming down
But I'm still racing
Burnt out
Too many cigarettes

And my dreams are usually at full speed
In the arms of REM sleep
So tell me why, as my body was flyin'
I was in the wicked garden all night

I had a knife in my pocket in the closet
I had my clothes on in the bathtub
Sister tells me I need to run
But I missed the starting gun
And all old friends were in on it
A conspiracy, but I'm the theorist
And I remember the 7-11
And all the fish dying as they went to heaven
Sister tell me what I have to do
She says a train is coming through
Next thing I know, I'm at the bus stop
With nothing but a knife in my pocket

My subconscious feels really low
As these speed dreams move so slow
Burnt out, as I light another smoke
Why does it always come down to That motto

If I knew exactly what went down
Do you think I'd be here safe and sound
No, I'd be somewhere inhaling dirt
With a system that no longer worked
Cause old friends and strangers both
Have thrown chunks at my head
Some pieces are filler
Some say I'm better off dead
An all their eyes have dollar signs
Like they've just drunk the kool-aid wine
And what else can I do but say
Take what you want, don't delay
But if you want blood off your hands
You must fill me in on me
The ravens and the ravenous
Perhaps they're waiting in the mist
They'll make it look like Shakespeare
And thank me for playing
But when to be or not to be is cut off
By the information source
Well, how much more ****** up
Can it get
It's the last person you'd expect
But someone's got feathers
And rabbits in a cage
And a fetish for leather
And a man told me once, with a smile
He killed a girl in his basement
He buried her in a plot of land
And he went crazy
And this girl told me once, with her eyes
She killed a fellow friend
Stuck poison in the needle
Made it look like an accident
And if I knew exactly what went down
Do you think I'd be here gagged and bound
And what else can I do but say
Take what you want, don't delay
But if you want blood off your hands
You must fill me in on me

Till death do us part
Is such a nice start
But I’ll carry you with me
Into eternity
Into the overtime
Into the in-between
Like paper dolls
We wither away
But I’ll cling to your ashes
As they burn in the day
Till death do us part
Is such a nice start
But it isn’t good enough
For me
So I’ll carry you with me
Into eternity
Into the overtime
Into the in-between
Into the future arms of me

Careful where you spread your wings
You might land where the mockingbirds sing
Under the rule of one mad king
In a grid with roots so deep, it makes Mother Nature weep
Guess you'll just have to keep flyin'
****** if you do or don't so just keep tryin'
And if you find nothing down here worthwhile
Soar up in the atmosphere, universal child

Cause no one's ever done with being wild
It's something innate like desire
So be careful but don't forget to smile
So it'll hurt a little less when the wolves come for your time of dyin'

Words were silver
I should have known
Shiny, specific, big big words
To match your ***** motives
But I know now what finger
That ring was meant to be on
Your heart was always elastic
You poked a hole in plastic
How silly of me to think
That you simply had needs
Now I have to sit and wait
And pray that I bleed

It fell away
Guess I did the same
A house of broken pipes
Somehow set aflame
Made what no one knows
Irregular and grey
As I slide into dark belts
They lean towards the day
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Substituted by snake charmer’s son
Such a lasting fever on
Ice, rocks and methane
Guess I got a freezer burn
Can’t come out and play
Death is going out of style
Its permanence a haze
By the never-setting moon
The craters wait and pray
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Sits the ice dwarf with a core of sun
New Horizons coming on
Like a wood-chip piano
Hope it finds something on me
Besides ivory, lamp or vine
Cause this double planet
Has got the third zone blues
Hanging lonely like a
Disco ball of golden hues
Heavily scarred, cravenly armed
Bound to leave this perfect circle, cloud and crumb

You hypnotize me as you paralyze me
And you make me have ***** dreams that blur the lines of reality
And you’re the calm before the storm, you’re the weather when it’s warm
You’re my guiding light, you’re my satellite

Can’t kick the fever of the night when the moon is shining bright
Reaching infinity with you below city lights
And our love is so galactic, erases pillbox blues of plastic
The Milky Way is envious, we dig deep down to the earth’s crust

And no matter where I am, committing sins or making amends
You will always be my friend, no matter how the story ends
So let’s make a pact out of blood and powder
Let’s turn the stereo up a little bit louder
Let’s vanquish all our fears
Make our love like a light year

Three silver cars, don't drink the water
this land is your land, red wagons
with noise and cruel laughter as a noose
shadows of birds- hallucinations
don't drink the water- you're in alien nation
hammer in the nail--pound, pound, pound away at my sanity
the Mad hatter was a schizophrenic shaman--
all a leader needs is a follower
society not meant for this animal
angelic minds deflowered by....
tattoos influence your fate--
own the kingdom or wear the crown
deny your true identity and society will make one up for you
"if the shoe fits"
will technology and nature ever be lovers? sometimes opposites don't attract
first cig of the day is always the best--then its downhill with a black lung
we find value in being robbed as we're robbed of our....
billionaires are lucky cause they get first dibs on a new planet...
purgatory is septia-toned
they turn you on, they get you in, until you drop out of your own free will
alienation
fake flowers last forever
the world's in such a fever it can't see straight
the movie reel is static--run, run, run
the tame beasts and wild birders are coming to feed

Colour of passion

Of kings, queens and royalty-

But not quite violet

Pulse is racing
As radio plays a dirge
Can't feel a heartbeat
As dead as these words
Night once provided cover
Now it gives fever chills
But belonging to no other
No choice but TV and pills
The regime is closing in
The captain gave her orders
Holy Moses can't contribute aid
Already passed the border

So don't tell me you'll mourn me
Don't put roses on my grave
Just give me a grain of solace now
I liked sunflowers better anyway

Don't doubt my imagination
Don't tell me it's in my head
Just give me release from indecision
And the machinery in my bed

Don't tell me to go into the light
Cause my heart's been there all along
But my mind has always adored the shadows
Can you tell me where I belong?

As the coin danced midair, I called tails
Probably cause I’m going off the rails
Stuck in the underbelly of unyielding solitude
Wanting just a moment crystal clear and ****
Lost and spinning, that’s what comes of age
Communicating through fireworks and sage
Mind and spirit united in darkness
Psyche lit a light and that was the end

In a fire
In a file you look for her
For he
In a file
In a fire you look for ashes
For proof
For need of
Something
To ignore the crutch you shared with her
With he
Part of some plan
Still you shared
Counterfeit
Flowers
Hours
And your own creeds
What good is guilt when you’re dead
And holy ghost always forgives
Who’s right as rain when you’re
Never forgiven
Who has that luxury
Who has that certainty
It’s always hours
And more flowers
It’s always
Prepare than relieve
Prepare than relieve
Where’s that in between
Where’s that black clean

If I knew exactly what went down
Do you think I'd be here safe and sound
No, I'd be somewhere inhaling dirt
With a system that no longer worked
Cause old friends and strangers both
Have thrown chunks at my head
Some pieces are filler
Some say I'm better off dead
An all their eyes have dollar signs
Like they've just drunk the kool-aid wine
And what else can I do but say
Take what you want, don't delay
But if you want blood off your hands
You must fill me in on me
The ravens and the ravenous
Perhaps they're waiting in the mist
They'll make it look like Shakespeare
And thank me for playing
But when to be or not to be is cut off
By the information source
Well, how much more ****** up
Can it get
It's the last person you'd expect
But someone's got feathers
And rabbits in a cage
And a fetish for leather
And a man told me once, with a smile
He killed a girl in his basement
He buried her in a plot of land
And he went crazy
And this girl told me once, with her eyes
She killed a fellow friend
Stuck poison in the needle
Made it look like an accident
And if I knew exactly what went down
Do you think I'd be here gagged and bound
And what else can I do but say
Take what you want, don't delay
But if you want blood off your hands
You must fill me in on me

Constantly different but always the same
Frivolously wild and cautiously tame
I’m both your savior and your bane
You hate to love me and you love to hate
I can’t predict these things under the sun
I lose every time that I have won
I’m everything you know and I’m none
A million faces belonging to one
I’m the crone with a maiden living in my heart
And I can see all those sparks in the dark
And I feel the ghosts that roam in every park
And I know the best lies are swift and stark
While you look down at what is wrong
Eyes jeering at someone with a different drum
Soon it’ll play you in the long-run
Healing all wounds and defeating all tongues
Where is the lantern of severest truth
Where is the counselor cut in two
I need an answer, please reach out soon
Feet tied to earth, head bound to moon

The fallen angels, the risen devils
Preserve a bond by living silently
Distractions are many for humankind
The mystery is the birds and the bees
Beauty is incomplete and shadowy
Where is the farmer who plows the heart
Diving for pearls and permission for flattery
Where does it end and where does it start
Moon looks like an inflated balloon
Pluck it out of the sky like the birds
Who rule the first of the heavens
Beneath the second realm of a burning sun
The expansive curtain of the stars
Sits below His mighty throne-
A paradise few ever see
A place where no telescope goes
Putting you into a state of collapse
Is the prince of the air who
Accepts all evil sacrifices
And gives you a stiff neck

What was saved
Could not have been
The original race
And still we slave
For a face
For a glaze
Everyone knows it
No one does nothing about it
So how dare you
Act upon what we all want
How dare you
Crash our dreams
Everyone knows
They’re not for living
They’re for dying for
Seven thirty-six
Whose got your cheap tricks
A clock, a flask, or
The one that licks
Up your sweat
Up your tears
They go up, up
Along with your fears
What goes below
That’s what I wanna know
What goes below

Seven demons you cast out
A hundred more could take their place
So I’ll stay close to you
The savior of the human race
She witnessed the execution
She sees where he is laid
She brings spices to anoint him
She weeps by the empty tomb
She sees two angels in white
He appeared to her first
She, who was last
Seven demons he cast out

Cut wide open
Vertical
Is how I’d go

Society
Being civilized
Is not meant for this animal

So take me to the hospital
Donate my body
Just sing me to sleep
As I fade away

The good heart
Is open for business
But they’re no buyers
A bowl full of liars
So I guess I’ll cry
For the world and for my life

Cut wide open
Vertical
Is how I’d go

This brainstorm
Is menacing
Coming from a handless maiden
Made of steel
Her scattering feels unreal
We cleared her orchard bare
After writing her name on petals from there
She went where she was called
But there's a line drawn in the earth
You can only see it if you're one of us
We didn't care about her hard injuries
Her inborn curse of death and disease
Her twisted soul and her cruel destiny
The natural disasters aligned with her feet
The wrong turns taken by strands in her genes
The soporifics that put her to sleep
The poison that we put in her dreams
All cause she was different from you and me

They’re gonna **** you
Yeah, they’re gonna maim you
All cause they couldn’t tame you
Gauging your future
From a grudge of the past
You only know this
Cause it takes other people
To really put you in hell
Yeah, they don’t know the half of it
They only know the before-it
They don’t know the after-it
Yeah, they don’t know the half of it
But the last laugh is always a guess
Cause everybody dies
Even the vampires and the pines
Even the lies, eventually
Yeah, in the end
They’ll be choking on your blood
Regurgitate, throw up
Shove it back down
Again an again
As they stare at your smiling picture
Then they’ll know
Yeah, they’ll know
What it means to be you
Like Blake said
Just cause you smile
Don’t mean you’re not rotting inside
From the heartside-out

Today I drew a map on my arms
It matches the old map on my legs
Now I can be useful to someone
Now I can be fruitful and divide

Still I’m afraid I’ll end up serving them
Yeah I’m afraid I’ll end up hurting them
But wait, I’ve done that already
And history repeats
But wait, I’ve done this already

They say don’t cry over spilt soul
But they’re not the ones growing ever-old
Turned off as they chant “turn me on”
With lacerating smiles from a smoking gun
I gave everything to my stereo
But it hasn’t helped me to carry on
I tried so hard to give not to take
But I’m still enemy number one

So here’s the end of the rope
As my eyes trace the destiny of these roads
They seem to run straight to my heart
But I know my brain trumps that
I’ve tried to get a big head start
But machines made sure to stop me flat
I pray for the end, the passing time
And a good friend to leave behind
But it’s as futile as it can be
My tear ducts are all empty
So I’ll pray to the nothing
Where I’ll linger, where I began
Pull up my dark cape sheet
Make death a poetry slam
The ships are coming in
The monsters are leaving the bed
Now underneath is a pair of boots
A record, and a stain of red
I’ll take nothing and everything
With me when I go
A brain in a guitar case
Would be a gentle bode
I’m sailing now, far away
To a place I will call home-
I know my true parents are
Spread wide open

Today I drew a map on my arms
It matches the old map on my legs

I believe in the spirit
I have more faith than reason
I question my own country
Heaven and hell in all seasons

I can't conceive that
God's mystery
Can be pinned down by one book
But every now and then
When I lose another friend
I decide to take a look

And the ants crawl to the amphitheater
There's crumbs and love for everyone
Like smoke through a spider's web
There's nothing to be done
We just spin on and on

He was a traveling man
Traversed the world by balloon
One day he landed in a magical place
Became a leader, the sun and the moon
This is a place where animals could talk
And people were taught in the arts
Could it be it’s all alchemy
What else could turn light into dark
But who was the very first lady
The one who possessed the first magic wand
Who turned sounds into syllables
Who taught the language down here in Oz
And who got the credit for it
Certainly, not she
They call it an accident
Or something done by he
And the angels look like flying monkeys
The angels look like flying monkeys

Searching for mother
Searching for “I”
Reaching to recover
Touching the sky

A pool full of circles
Implanted memory
Can’t tell what the work is
Everything’s sensory

Someone planted the seeds
So the sun you could kiss
But the roots were disfigured-
You’re not immune to this

Drafting the blueprint
Grasping the meaning
Don’t look at the fine print
While the stars are gleaming

Searching for “I”
Searching for mother
Reaching for the prize
Touch blue and hover

Rather be deluded than diluted. Like your personality that wilts in the presence of radiance. I hug the shadow while you embrace the darkness. See the difference?

I don’t play nice with girls
Rather go hungry with the boys
But some sick twist is waiting
To destroy my every toy

Fascist stares and glares
I can’t escape this gravity
A grave and dire situation
That ends by the edge of the sea

Bound and *******
Something she enjoys
But somewhere over the bedpost
Is a camera being coy

I don’t play nice with girls
Rather go hungry with the boys
But some sick twist is waiting
Some sick twist is waiting

TV souls
Selling hues
Sold your soul
Black and blue
Sin feels right
When you feel blue
And black is night
And right are few
Song is good
When you're in tune
And blues are free
To sing black's doom
Wrong to fight
And wrong to use
They both leave arms
All black and blue
Bruises heal
And kind words too
Still black you feel
Blue eyes askew
Escape into darkness
Burn grey into black
But remember blue oceans
Won't be there in tact
Your idol is there
Hanging in blue sky
Filled with old straw
And black beady eyes
He has a square mouth
An upside down horns
That sound when blue sky
Doesn't nurture black corn
They devour all over
And blew you away
They cut you some slack
When you chose to obey
They say look out
Up, down - not through
But souls are black
White lies are blue
God is love
Love is you
Black is black -
So back to blue

Don't have the capacity to hate
Still the taste of bated breath smells metallic
So many ideas in so little time
They delete my files as I dissect importance
Now the melodies have been corrupted
Except for the blue star lullaby
And right now that's the only thing that makes sense...
But why make sense? Why reason? Why pry?
You've only proven just how green your sky is-
Ironic, right?
And no matter what happens I'll never be chained to you
Your bane is that you're not my ghost; not even my vapour
Cause you turned off the music of my memory
And your eyes were never as big as his
Try if you must, but you can't pierce a soul-
You may bruise it, use it, roll around in it for awhile
But it always heals itself
So press down with all your weight
I might break- but I've watched IT bend

Playing pool under a midnight blue
In the land of immigrants
Nobody’s laughing or smiling
Suicide in sepia-tone
A black hole in your car
Hitchhiker in a red sweatshirt
Driving to exit zero
The meaning of life is a slap in the face
Floating objects, changing colors
If you don’t think about it,
Then it will happen
Throw a match in the air
Watch it touch the sky
Laying in the hospital bed
With you right next to me

They can call it what they want
But amidst your pain
You deserved one selfish moment
Call it want you want
But amidst your fury
You blackened the whitest of faces
And they might still make the make-up
But you shook me to the core
Shook me to the bone
Took me to a place of unknown refuge
Took me to a home
We've all left the cradle
But few of us remember the rocking
The serenity sway
We've all been burned
But few of us recognize the flame
Of blue consistency
Memory, always in their favor
When you just need someone
In the present tense
Soak us in tragedy
Leave us with a laugh
I truly hope you've found
Your colored clay
And all your wounds are healed

From the heritage of Eve
I want to believe
I travel in circles of sorrow
From the pool in which they float
I try to believe
But the cross is a phantom
In the way of the fresh air of truth
Don’t let the world tell you what to believe
Time and memory are not on your side
So when can confession turn to conversion-
Will you let this error slide?
Praise and prayer are all I have to offer
But the cross remains a phantom
In the way of the fresh air of truth
My soul’s in a state of collapse
Who will make it clean
I’m guessing someone who remains unseen
From the heritage of Eve
I sacrifice to fallen angels daily
Cause I don’t know anything
But in my heart is the clear calm of love
Trapped in a world of swirling lusts
Let the light shine on my face
I want to believe
Set me free
From the heritage of Eve

The leaves are swirling
In a whirlwind
Soon it will be Halloween
It was a rough summer
You never got to win
So before winter
You gotta get the last sting in
You’re so busy
It almost makes me dizzy
You’re so terrible
It almost makes me hysterical
Baby bee
You’re such a baby bee
Not quite a mystery
But it’s almost Halloween
It’s been a rough summer
You never got to win
So before winter
You gotta get the last sting in

I believe
In a benevolent universe
But the people in it are the opposite
And you can’t imagine a universe
Without human beings
So there are two opposing forces
That I face when I walk out my front door
And enter the reality of the world-
One’s full of harmony
One’s a shattered society
I must have entered the earth
In a troubled womb

I am the last and the first
I am the best and the worst
I bridge the gap so you can walk
But I'm not supposed to talk

Can't shake these sins of grandeur
When I don't even know their names
I'll always be cool in your book
But never cruel enough

Stuck in this body-bag of skin
Vegetable smiles and grins
But bones always cast
Darker shadows than the flesh

What flavor is your marrow
How's your flying buttress castle
Is it filled with neon sparrows
Or dancing northern lights

Trip the light fantastic tango
Never be afraid to move
No matter how slow
No matter where you go
Don't want to be stuck
Reaching for the moon

Sorrow is pleasure played in reverse
Thirty-two bucks and a white leather purse
Serious ones have serious foes
Three pretty Mary's all in a row

Preserving oblivion
Friendship's in the past tense
Hallowed hollow strong straw men
Detox your polluted souls
Try to begin again

Don’t believe him when he says he’ll set you free
He’ll slice up your halo and sell it for a cheap fee
And when your sinking in the quicksand, powerless, in need
He’ll be the first to cut the rope, with a grin like those on TV
The machine has no heart yet you’re feeding it now
With words and small gestures, they’re those on the prowl
Who’ll make no exceptions for them hearts of purity
No one knows how they got that way, like those on TV
And it’s a momentary thing, permanent but not set in stone
Everyone’s wasting their sweetness on a place that can’t be home
And everyone’s dreaming of hurt instead of hope and let it be’s
Who’s intercepting our minds, probably those on TV
Walking on a wire, settling for the ball and chain
From these clichés and drama plays we don’t refrain
Who has the message, who sent us in this direction without the keys
Who’s turning this world around, is it those on TV?

A cell is a tumor is a star is a sun
A prison for prisms of light
A square then a circle then a spiral when it’s done
But the shapes are always changing
And on a light night or a dark day
Find your soul in a constellation
The cup of mystery is the sky, if you may
Find the answer in a fateful cloud and pray
Who knows where the time goes
If only your body could go where your mind roams
To have the grace to look death in the eye
When beasts aren’t cruel, it’s us who are wild
And on a dark day or a light night
Picture yourself as the main creator
Gather life from other worlds with all your might
And transplant them here for later

Lost in the fridge of hell
Lost in my mind’s eye
I push them all away
But I swear they pushed me first
This town has its gospel
But it is backward masked
I count my change,
******* my flask
Until I can no longer
Connect the dots of light
The only question left to ask
Is if those who do wrong
Are in their right mind…
I don’t think so
But we all couldn’t live
Without the word crime…
To see skewed through your
Mind’s eye

Thought our love was built on rocks
But you were pouring sand
We were nothing but moments that
Could have been spent with anyone
Over and over I wrote the music
But you never sang along
I was your ghost in the mirror,
A prop reassuring your beauty
But reflections lie
And so did I
I saw right through you
But wanted to be the alchemist
For your heart-
Which turned out to be an
Inanimate object on your vanity
Thought our love was built on rocks
But you were pouring sand

I watch the antlers of the trees
Break off piece by piece
I watch the flowers bold and green
Rust into dead and lifeless things
Just another summer day in winter
Just another winter day in summer
I see the dragonflies hover in the breeze
They compete with the spiders’ careful weave
All the squirrels are guarding their meat
The birds take the leftovers with ease
Just another doomful day in paradise
Just another fruitful day of doom
I watch the sky, the clouds are mean
But at least they tell me some things
I watch the streets, ***** and clean
They burn a hole inside of me
Just another summer day in winter
Just another winter day in summer

In the garden of our living
The root chokes the vine
Energy is chemical, and so is time

In the garden of our living
The wise ones pick the ripe
Cause the ground has chemicals, and shifts to the wrong side

In the garden of our living
The special sell divine
All their words have chemicals, an owls hoot their lies

In the garden of our living
Not a creature cares for why
We are nothing but chemicals, each an oedipal eye

Expect the worst
Every time you enter their world
Everyone’s but yours
Expect to die the death
You’ve died a thousand times or two
What’s one more?
Hey you’re still on our plane
That makes you arrogant
Hey our devices spoiled your flesh
How dare you relax
So in the meantime
Here’s an insult
Hope it cuts you up until
All of you’s cold
In the meantime
Here’s a present
Wrapped up in that tiny pocket
Old with dust
We wanna kick you, kiss you
But mostly **** you
Here’s a bone, run and fetch it
Here’s a ball, jump and catch it
We know our eyes don’t fool us
But we refuse to jog your memory
Here’s where it hurts
Singing along to your new hero
Yeah, he sold out to send you
A backwards message
Stay, for what
All you love is a crutch
To ease your endless
Hamlet dilemma

All week long I could not remember what day it was. But today the calendar spoke loud and clear. It's Sunday. The day of rest. But there is no rest for my mind. And as I write this down in red ink, ironically the only ink I could find, I can't help but think of a song, and how Sundays aren't a day of rest for many. And I don't mean those who labor for money. I mean those that spin webs. This is the season they come alive- unlike me, who dies every season but is never reborn. "I have died, I will die, it's alright, I don't mind."...You mentioned red color schemes- the shade of blood- and all I could think about was your black schemes and how you're good with a knife. I thought I made my mind up about instinct, but that's easy under candlelight. Then you turned the pseudo-suns on and as you touched all my in-valuables, I wondered how malleable you think I am. Molding me slowly with your contradicting words, taking pictures of the doors and windows to a house that's not a home with a band-aid over your nose, manically mapping out your revenge....You're not the first fair-weather friend and you won't be the last...I saw your eyes. And I saw your head turn at the signal of a word. Figures- everyone in these parts are related. Whispering literal sweet Nothings in my ear. A hell of a lot can change in years. Of course, this could all be in my head. But nothing of sweetness was really said, was it? And you'll know I'll dig deeper...to figure out who is the artist and who is the ambulance. So I hope now your mouth is free of anything clean...Now that you know the ins and outs of me. Look at that, I barely rhymed. Your turn this time.

Transmission down
A lion in the dark
Fierce and wild
Run, run, run
Transmission down
Pale white light
Shines at twilight
From the satellite
Through the trees
Through the trees
Transmission down
Park your car
Headlights off
Stumble in the dark
Fall upon the stone
Pass the bottle to an
Invisible stranger
As the ghosts surround you
Transmission down
Deer in the headlights
Tied to the rocking chair
Upside down
Upside down
Falling and flying
Twisting and turning
Squirm and shake
Rejecting the goddess
Searching for father

Mother nature points her finger at a flower
It blooms and wilts at the same time
No rhyme or reason
Just a changing of the season
But the moon doesn’t mix with the tide

“Do you want me?”
“Do you want me?”
Cries out the soul of a jelly bean
Who’s floating around in space somewhere
If only you could go up there

Mother nature points her finger at a forest
It burns and shivers wickedly
No rhyme or reason
Just a purging of the season
Where one and one make three

“Do you want me?”
“Do you want me?”
Cries out the soul of a jelly bean
Who’s floating away in space somewhere
If only you could go there

Down by the sea
They shared secret smiles of blood
They drank ashes of the deep
While the ace of clubs watched
They laughed loud and heartily
They did all that they could
Down by the sea
While the ace of clubs watched
Soon the toe paint started to chip
Another ounce of time, goodbye
Soon the black eyes began to slip
Another loss for words, alright
Down by the sea
They shared secret smiles of blood
Never noticing the trees
Or the begonias in the mud
Down by the sea
They drank ashes of the deep
When it was all done
The ace of clubs went to sleep

I met you at the pier, and your shadow was red, but the contrast of the blue ocean made me feel symmetrical in the moment. You made me feel like quiet was the new loud; that this wasn't going to be "kiss and tell," even if there was a lack of fireworks in a dark room but mention of them on paper in harsh daylight. I never heard your heartbeat. Was that a sign? Cause when I finally felt it I felt the void in you, which in turn made me feel the void in me. Still, I didn't think your heart was capable of binding me like you bound your notebooks. But you mixed the chemicals right. And I do remember drowning, both voluntary and not. Just like I remember the eels. Just like I remember the cold. Just like I remember hearing the celebration above with a mouthful of salt. I've always been a fish out of water. So maybe I belong with the M.D.'s.

Sexually violent slang she spurts out in wit
In the cut of red dresses the surgery split
A piece of stained hay in a polished needle stack
He cleaned her out swiftly from front to the back

Flirting here is part of the ritual
Student becoming teacher is habitual
Expressing one’s vision down to a stitch
Makes the writer the only honorable snitch

The summer’s thick heat reminds her of snow
A moist thicket of lips dissolving so slow
Raindrops blur the monochrome lights
As she walks by herself in the city of night

Victims of the flesh pierce every inch of her eyes
She dreams of her Magdalene and future love child
Disarticulated amid sentences of poise
She never screamed so no one heard the noise