Wednesday, August 10, 2016

That Funeral Wasn't All It Was Cracked up to Be

i heard more about a man who has been dead
for two thousand years
than i did about the man who had been dead
for just over two thousand minutes

as the churchman sang hymns
i quietly recited Guns N' Roses lyrics
knowing full well which was
most appropriate

and you can't help but think
about you're own death
in those moments

when my time comes
even though i won't be there
i sure hope they play some better fuckin' music

[adored by the birds]

adored by the birds
a playground of flight held high
flattered skies blushed blue

[we eat the shadows]

we eat the shadows
misfit bastards of sunshine
teeth stained in darkness

Monday, August 8, 2016

The Match

the one that did not light
sits next to the one that did
in the ashtray

feeling like it blew its chance

[each tear like a star]

each tear like a star
galaxies escape her eyes
black holes of mourning

The Picky Dick

baby
i am a detective
and i've been lookin'
all over for you

but
baby
i'm selective
and not any "you"
will do

Friday, August 5, 2016