one more time

i am corrosive fabulous Satirically rich endemic of impudence praying in ditch to she who found outbound signal forward fallen back into times when we were alive fostered by notions of the young i miss that look in your eye i know it will not spark anew pontificate but do not preach we’ve all driven down this road vertigo sky bursting open in palm of my hand as i face the same as ever was but i am not who i used to be and so everything has dimmed a little i can see rust and the dust wear, and … Continue reading one more time

OPTSotD

Picture me putting my city all over the map They wasn’t believers, I had to get even at math Be coming, I’m pulling and jumping all over your grass So tell all my bitches I got a new girl Tell the police that I’m robbing the bank and I want all of my fifty’s in cash Bitch, I’m tired of living, check the cheque I need twenty models and some extra sex Smiling in my grave, bitch I’m fresh to death I’ve been drinking Wu-Tang with Inspectah Deck (getting drunk) Yeah, I got some shit that I gotta just get … Continue reading OPTSotD

ragged harmonies

I have shitty person syndrome.  I finally got free but it flares up occasionally.  I would sing you a wish but that’s just wishful thinking…remember that time I tried to make you fondue ’cause I knew you were fond of it too but it turned out like fucking glue and so I used it to put up flyers for that missing kid.  I saw a murder of crows today and I swear they were flying sigils of Enochian majic.  Stop, don’t tell me I’m crazy and yeah I know what it sounds like.  she’s never coming back.  I can’t stop … Continue reading ragged harmonies

distemper

distemper roses are too red superfluous violets are too blue a carnivore magnetism and horse’s breath the ravens fled as well as doves the remnant frighten hold loose tongue powder discharge written in smoke end of all conversation ashes of 1861 painted into halls of decadence puling and simpering, this haggard old woman where doth her pride and honor go? into the mouths of vultures chunks of bloody meat regurgitated for the young eat of poison knowledge tainted   image courtesy of Pinterest             Continue reading distemper

emptiness and cold water

“how cold is the water” she said my answer, far contrabassoon over empty harbor days glazed in bourbon haze temperatures rise fall, bitter, sweet tides bring arctic currents here. she knows the way lingers too long, longingly staring into smokey sea at me, mirrors clouded sun grazing upon surface it is the shadows she fears, darkening “how cold is the water” she asks, shallow breath taken just before chill will bend what you know frozen, we all take our turns. deep is this hurt burns something fierce frigid, space I can no answer her tears slip onto the dust of … Continue reading emptiness and cold water

Hope, resignation

you ignited famine, unintentional or not.  We’re starving.  That masochistic flair you dearly love to wear finds us indebted.  We are caught somewhere betwixt hope…..resignation.  whose crucifixion is fair  I DON”T CARE  meek resolution and dirty dish water hands.  Your labia doesn’t speak anymore.  I may have Tourette’s of the soul.  There was a dream where my chest was fire and I was choking as something was crawling up the back of my throat.  I vomited a cancerous snake, dying.  It had two heads and our eyes.  I cannot for the life of me understand what it meant. My otherface, … Continue reading Hope, resignation

OP’sTSotD-Tool

Long in tooth and soul Longing for another win Lurch into the fray Weapon out and belly in Warrior struggling To remain consequential Bellow aloud Bold and proud Of where I’ve been But here I am Beating chest and drums Beating tired bones again Age-old battle, mine Weapon out and belly in Tales told of battles won Of things we’ve done Caligula would grin Beating tired bones Tripping through remember when Once invincible Now the armor’s wearing thin Heavy shield down Warrior struggling To remain relevant Warrior struggling To remain consequential Cry aloud Bold and proud Of where I’ve been … Continue reading OP’sTSotD-Tool

OP’s TSotD-Modest Mouse

Everything that keeps me together is falling apart I’ve got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over My boss just quit the job Says he’s goin out to find blind spots and he’ll do it The 3rd planet is sure that they’re being watched By an eye in the sky that can’t be stopped when you get to the promise land You’re gonna shake that eye’s hand Your heart felt good It was drippin’ pitch and made of wood And your hands and knees Felt cold and wet on the grass beneath Well outside naked, … Continue reading OP’s TSotD-Modest Mouse

hey, Brooklyn

hey Brooklyn I heard your voice the other day radio man said that you had made the Big time that’s mighty fine for you hey Brooklyn how have you been? I can’t sing but I though I’d write you a song how are you holdin’ on we’re too far gone to cry now we’ve been too long apart. seven and change since you said goodbye the future always seems to pass me by it’s lonely here I thought I’d let you know never wanted any tears or sorrow not from you maybe, that’s partly true I kinda hope it makes … Continue reading hey, Brooklyn

’94

It was the best of times and we all had a bottle full of promise.  The summer was on and full; iron in the blood.  the sun was big as were the dreams we shared on our sleeves.  the picture of beauty was Hope Sandoval singing Fade Into You on MTV and we were all looking for that one person to dance with.  We ended up jamming together for a while through a few LollaPaloozas then went separate ways. I can’t sing and I don’t like to rhyme, i’m not much of any…one.  If there somet….stuff I could say I … Continue reading ’94