As the green beam shone,
a man, his shadow slanted
no thoughts of wanting
no cares but those he’s granted.
By definition his tale
drew no attention
not morose, not cheerful
mostly pent up affection

and when he’d cry out
oh when will my time come
will I die before the sky?
Becomes tainted by bread crumbs?
Making quilts never solved all my problems
it actually worsened them
illuminated in rum.
Well his skull is filled with acid
and his stomach filled with brains
oh wait maybe that’s switched around
cause that might burn the drain.

I don’t mean to beg
but fuck you I haven’t eaten in days.
And I sure don’t mean to wine,
but holy shit it’s cold and you’re taking too much
time.

I thought we knew
that I was threw with you
and the man behind the glass
was trying to sell us shoes
he sure knows, exactly what is best
and you believe him cause of his fancy sweater vest
a test? To all the men who fought in wars
as if they haven’t already
met him before
his shoes are so damn shiny
and his mouth is so damn moist
is that a creepy image?
Boys will be boys.

It’s been so long since I remembered anything
probably years since I thought I could see green
you’ve worn the leather thin to the point of breaking
I knew this would happen.
Why is it, that it never falls into place
and the pace of this race is so damn slow
nice to see you hate to overate all the mimes you’ve ever met
caught dead in a net, a web, even a towel
all of the above have rendered me useless
a tool to the machines that made me my toothbrush.
Ahh so fresh, got the breath of an angel
I breath fire but it’s minty and tameable.

At what age did I forget how to tell riddles?
Must be a part of my brain that all the drugs killed
but I don’t take pills, mostly just cheep thrills
but don’t worry I’ve got a prescription
and your description matches my religion
I thought this threw, and you knew
that there would be tension
“dear god, I’m so tired of french people”

I watched all the watches be built
I know the ways of time like Shamus knows his kilts
what does it take for a human to be god?
I’ve seen hurricanes and sewage drains
look the same
and they all handle water like a child with a notebook
shoes? You knew, that god wore loafers.
And men are but weakened beams in a town
scheduled for destruction.

I can’t think strait
two cans of paint, a damaged liver
and a toy squirt gun.
I tripped over a leaf and ended up on mars
with SARS and a sore disposition.
This started as a poem
but I think I’ll just write down
what is blaring threw my skull.
I can wait for fate
as long as it hurries the FUCK up
and stays stuck up.
Pages of wages
couldn’t pave your way to the desert.
Clouds are a funny creature
the forest’s preacher
spitting liquid hope on a ravaged landscape.
Do all cities glow?
Do all pages grow?
Write down your woes
I promise it helps.
And I could think about the old days
when we still sat strait
now we slouch into the couch
that we aptly named misery.
Forget our history
shoot the tooth till it comes loose
and shatters on the grass.
Oh what a task, to wear a mask
filled with scum!
And we can hum,
the tunes we used to
but without your guru
though his advice comes in handy when we’re drunk.
Two bottles of Baily’s daily.
Lets drink to sink
for doing our dishes all these years
I remember back in 5th grade
I stole your gatoraid
put on a fake parade
so at least we could pretend to be happy.
There’s a fine line between
fine wine and homeless people.
And there will always be a...
fuck it! Who knows?
I think I’ll skip a line
to let the world know I paused.
Do joggers dream?
Is it right to think before you write?
I prefer to scribble, and interpret feelings
I don’t understand at a later date.
Scratch that, I don’t feel anything
except for the bald black bus boycotters
sitting on my left shoulder,
telling me what is right.
Bus drivers always know best
about how, and when, to invest
our trust funds
and lack of puns.
I don’t think eat or sleep in third person,
but neither do the boycotters
so at least I can feel ok about myself.

Did Robin Hood steel from the upper middle class?
He’s obviously never read Arthur Miller.
There’s no dignity in free money.
I finally discovered
how to use my rambling mind
to fight crime.
If that made sense then I commend you
here’s the medal of honor
and a cupcake with a razor blade in it.

What if I didn’t rhyme for an entire line?
Damnit, I fucked that up.
Give ME your black cup
and show me you care by selling me your tears
they go for a lot on the black market these days.
I spy a man with a peculiar tan
and a hat or cane to match.
He seems well traveled
I bet he’s been to Peru,
and it’s true, I’ve worn a tu-tu
coat the theater in vaseline
and see who comes out alive
I don’t blame you for the holocaust,
but all that other shit,
definitely your fault.
Don’t add salt
to a wound or a bruise
from molten asphalt.

Cry about it
lie about it
try without it

As the green beam shone,
a man, his shadow slanted
no thoughts of wanting
no cares but those he’s granted.
By definition his tale
drew no attention
not morose, not cheerful
mostly pent up affection

and when he’d cry out
oh when will my time come
will I die before the sky?
Becomes tainted by bread crumbs?
Making quilts never solved all my problems
it actually worsened them
illuminated in rum.
Well his skull is filled with acid
and his stomach filled with brains
oh wait maybe that’s switched around
cause that might burn the drain.

I don’t mean to beg
but fuck you I haven’t eaten in days.
And I sure don’t mean to wine,
but holy shit it’s cold and you’re taking too much
time.

I thought we knew
that I was threw with you
and the man behind the glass
was trying to sell us shoes
he sure knows, exactly what is best
and you believe him cause of his fancy sweater vest
a test? To all the men who fought in wars
as if they haven’t already
met him before
his shoes are so damn shiny
and his mouth is so damn moist
is that a creepy image?
Boys will be boys.

It’s been so long since I remembered anything
probably years since I thought I could see green
you’ve worn the leather thin to the point of breaking
I knew this would happen.
Why is it, that it never falls into place
and the pace of this race is so damn slow
nice to see you hate to overate all the mimes you’ve ever met
caught dead in a net, a web, even a towel
all of the above have rendered me useless
a tool to the machines that made me my toothbrush.
Ahh so fresh, got the breath of an angel
I breath fire but it’s minty and tameable.

At what age did I forget how to tell riddles?
Must be a part of my brain that all the drugs killed
but I don’t take pills, mostly just cheep thrills
but don’t worry I’ve got a prescription
and your description matches my religion
I thought this threw, and you knew
that there would be tension
“dear god, I’m so tired of french people”

I watched all the watches be built
I know the ways of time like Shamus knows his kilts
what does it take for a human to be god?
I’ve seen hurricanes and sewage drains
look the same
and they all handle water like a child with a notebook
shoes? You knew, that god wore loafers.
And men are but weakened beams in a town
scheduled for destruction.

I despise the very fabric of this system
it's a race to the finish and i tripped at the start
I wanna burn burn burn but the matches are wet
and I’ve learned oh I’ve learned
that you're not worth the time

this smoldering metropolis is not the land we dreamed
these burning clouds have wrought destruction on us
I have eons to contemplate life but
it's you I despise and to whom i hold this grudge

oh it seams that I’ve tried one too many times
I’ve walked this road thrice before and it's always the same
what I expect is never what i achieve

What went wrong? was it quick? was it slow?
was it the traumatic climax that killed that hopeless glow?
did you think you could destroy us? cause my friend you are quite wrong
you gave us hope then shot it down, another heartless blow

One by one the mighty have all fallen
the fools the tools the tasteless types they're entangled in the web
but alas good sir, you dreamt in vain it's all a masquerade
and like before that silky shield has lead us to this day

come on in its warm as hell, the milk is on the table
yeah those are flames, just ignore them, I’ll spin you a fable
happily ever after is a day we all slept threw
my claim to fame is novocaine and it seems I’ve fooled you too

stuck between a rock
and a faceless place
singing old hymns to pass the time
on a hell bound train
slowly, something unknown
sinks into a concrete wall
6 feet tall but no more than an ant
meandering across a blood stained globe.
No hope for the over thinkers.
I know my thoughts will kill me in the end
or maybe a friend.
Are they one and the same?
I framed what was left of your carcass.
When will mankind throw another revolution?
A birthday bash for our institutions.
I spit pollution,
that the trees gobble up like a hooker at a pinball machine.
I gambled at church,
with your grandma’s nurse
but god dammit, she always won.
Bur the marshes,
flood the fields,
it’s the only thing that can steady your hand
to hold a frying pan
and kill your best friend
god speed! Blaring through out the land.

I spent most of my life obsessing over things, only to realize that all of them are meaningless. I don’t trust anyone anymore, but I guess I can blame that on the medication that I rarely take. For some reason I’m proud of the fact that I have a really fucked up brain. I’m just gonna tell you, whoever “you” may be, that I don’t like you or anyone you’ve ever met. You see, to me, the world is a giant mud puddle, and humanity is the hand that is shoving my face into it every couple of seconds.
If you are reading this, I am already dead, but that is unimportant. You may be saying to yourself “wow! This guy sounds like a psychopathic mass murderer!” Well, you’re probably right and although I’m to much of a pussy to actually kill anyone, it’s all I really think about. Well, I guess you could say I killed my mom since she died in child birth, and my dad as well considering he blew his brains out shortly there after.
Still wondering why I hate everything about you even though we’ve never met?