Adios, thanks for a reason.

There I go.

Bleak Out Lo.

Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town."

Etymology

I do not know where family doctors acquired illegibly perplexing handwriting,
nevertheless extraordinary pharmaceutical intellectuality
counterbalancing indecipherability transcendentalizes
intercommunications incomprehensibleness.

A Property of Lightning

Very rarely does it strike twice
not often do people like us
fall this hard
to find a forgiving surface
not too hard or soft
not too hot nor too cool
our great divide
a constant changing of guards
never enough
always too much
cyclically cycling
swimming only to drown
you breathe water
I air
but someday
you will wake up and remember
what it felt like
to smile in the sun
with someone
like me.

The spiral of death into addiction.

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe

Ropes, with words, to bind.

Lately I struggle to breathe
like I did once.
Bound lungs
set in apprehension of you
looking in reflections of windows
hoping to see a shadow walk by
not turning my head
when I pass
as if I wouldn't notice
all of your 115 pounds
of confused persona
I miss.
Hoping the bike lane is taken up
by you and I
wanting nothing more
than excuse to say
I miss doing nothing with you.

Don't kid yourself.

If that is you and him
This is you and I.
With the exceptions
bruised is normal
inside and out
She smells of Voltaire
you of Allium cepa
in the end we both felt like shit
but continue
like always
to hide it
in our own caves
mine worn on tattered sleeves
yours on the shores no one sees
In the crows nest
the thought brought men to knees
or at least saw a seagull
hope for land
a fool I may be
you are just as hopeless as I
forgetting tales of the sea
Before the harbor,
we could lie.

Really.

when you think to yourself
"this time it is different"
that's your cue to know it is not.

In Revision.

Rest in peace Quita.

Hope it is nice where ever you are

We all love you

I am gonna hug Colty today for you.

This week sucks dick.

"Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are."

Dear Whothefuckcares

I lied to you
This is the first and last time I will write about you.
Thanks for wasting my time.
Thanks for being there for me.
I tried to be Japanese.
You can be sad person.
Not getting better any time soon.
At least you were good in the sack.

p.s. this actually really hurt.