Monday, June 24, 2013

addicted

an implication
of temptation
leaves him wise
to all the lies
empty & broken
like a bloke
with an empty wallet
& a heroin palette


Love Me Not

I refuse, knowing
the reason you
linger at the entrance,
your vote has been cast
already for the latter


little things

to save a phrase
that matches
a memory
is necessary
nonsense


dark life

top secret.
under cover.
blackmarket.
blackmail.
frequent scandal and
a dozen regrets

Barrel

flaunting your
faux culture
you play it like a
cool customer
but when you see
him reaching
you freeze to focus
on the business end
of the gun pointed
right at you

Fighting Chance

I missed the pattern, the full cup
I took a chance and ended up
putting up a fight till the end.

Leaving

the delivery of truth
can be a low blow
it can also
set you free
opening eyes to
things unseen
a cure for a case
of the big d
or nudge to finally
take your heart
and leave

Liar

pushing the word away
my own fatal fallacy
now left lying in light
as your omission
lends to your reputation

Over

chaotic concentration
set in motion
with the third word

my hand shakes
the hold breaks
I regret what I've
rendered


When I Grow Up

maybe i could be green,
an alien from outer space.

maybe i could radio to the sky,
controlling incoming traffic.

maybe i could work as a nurse,
helping patients with haste.

maybe i could be a publisher,
giving a constructive editing kick.

maybe i can make an exercise video,
dancing and singing away sorrows.

or maybe i'll be me for now
and figure the rest out tomorrow.

The Man & the Lobotomy

it was a trap.

an installation
of false thoughts.

now an empty shell,
a hollow gentleman,
I think nothing.
I feel nothing.
I worship nothing.
I
am
nothing.


Our Life as "Us"

first found in front of
a Monet at the Museum
then the bottom of boxes
labeled with a littered alphabet
after a silver circle in the perfect package
now a crowded chapel
with just us two


BS

a boy with a box
in the shape of sarcasm
long lagged off by now

******************

sarcasm shapes a smile
as your lips drip lies

a box with slag boy charm
and dangerous eyes



So Much for Planning

configure the mechanics first
but your still left
with the least
of what you thought
you wanted


Kick Off

 (words Stacy provided:  elf, refrigerator, snow, bow, football)

Bow, the little elf
rummaged through a self
in a tiny refrigerator

he needed a treat
for his friends to eat
during the football game later


Echos

A journalist reporting
and people searching.
A baby had
left behind
only echos
in a blue sky.