borne into frustration as the sparks fly upward

monday morning

this road leads to a place where you're uncomfortable around people with half arms and broken legs i find my pens on the ground so when i write it's never lost it's found these limbs leak blood onto parchment and tell tales

sunday night

weeping ruins evenings take this face off you take this face off me we don't deserve the rods we've driven through the other worse worse you take me home listen to the crack of dawn and the breaking of the age and remember me

postal worker drunk

struggles reek of undecided sentiment bitter me bitter you bitter world around the two burn the books in the ground i beg of you cast them down tear the sheets and rend the shirts and feed them to the flames wipe my face off everything and please forget my name please forget my name

the way she said panopticon

i came halfway across the world to get away and you wouldn't think the middle east would be a safe place car wrecks take more sons than car bombs and when everything is gone hate holds the town and i'm safe here next to russians and jews and arabs who want to kill me you're here you're here please leave me be and fall asleep tonight wretched sick pictures flood your mind and mine and i can't sleep at night

this is a death trap

when you close your eyes and birth your tears that's us dancing in the rain with jails and broken vases under our feet and we're in pain give us wings LORD and we'll fly away and bleed all over this city when we leave wax seeps from feathers and we fall towards some spear-like church steeple only to be impaled by each other turned to stone then gargoyle

tell 'em howard hughes said so

silence takes her toll and gets the best of these withered hands and tones reflect ills of society rust covered countenances glare at me and all the searching and the yearning causes you to see the same room isn't the same room anymore the same room isn't the same room anymore the same room isn't the same room anymore please leave

an anthology of celebrity suicides

river boats and rats become the norm see them swim through the murky swells of severence and discontent passive parishes engulfed in silver flames contend for the sympathies and rescue work of angry men all the while anchors drag and bosuns scream and yell at the devil's crew who possibly escaped from hell hopes and dreams are buried with antiquities borrowed burdens play the fool and test my shaking knees