gang's all here tonight

lust

we have sunken eyes.
we all have sunken eyes.
we'll bury your treasures
in our sunken eyes.

sons and daughters of no one

we are the sons and daughters of no one
let us loose on your lovelorn town.
we'll set this place on fire before we're done.

teenage years quiet like a cut out tongue,
no flowers for the danse, no formal gown
we are the sons and daughters of no one.

disconnected, we're bastards of the young -
we woke up one morning, fell further down
we'll set this place on fire before we're done.

living by the pen, living by the gun,
ever lonely, we won't make a sound
we are the sons and daughters of no one.

once we held promise - now there is none
lost for decades, instead of being found
we'll set this place on fire before we're done.

we are an empty room. we have not won.
we are like this because you weren't around.
we are the sons and daughters of no one.
we'll set this place on fire before we're done.

the new year: part two
january 1, 2009 3:52 am
forest lake, minnesota

convergence

i like to stand in the front line.
 tonight i'm back. it's staggered some.
the front line is where it's the worst.
 some kid next to me gets hit bad.
you cannot hear anything now.
 they drag his limp form to the back,
shine flashlights into his white eyes.
 knuckles up, boys. it's coming soon.
wait another couple seconds,
 you'll be lucky if you can breathe.

honey is a terrible name for a dog: parts one and two
june 2007
north branch, minnesota

last night (friday)

a man with bloodshot
eyes
who never smiled
or yelled
on the/
in the
streets told me he
was the son of God
the lion
of Judah
the author and
perfector of
everything

and he told me
if i ever accused him
of misreading or
altering the old
testament (which he
did) he would "reach down
my throat
and

tear out
my tongue"

and i was
honestly

a little terrified.