Friday, May 16, 2014

Sapphire Dust

You brought gemstones into this house
Against my wishes
Ignoring my commands
And now we've got Demons
Demons with devil hands
I tried to warn you
Because I knew you'd break the rule
And now we're being dragged down into hell
The light is refracting
From the fires you meant to start
And the Demons are smiling
Cutting opals into hearts
So this leaves the both of us
At the beck and call of minions
But I've got to admit
I'm starting to like these diamonds

Use a clamp to close your hole. Please close that hole.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Never Mind the Bullocks

You talk about losing your center
News Flash: You have no center
You panic with the belief you are untethered
None of us is Sandra Bullock (except, of course, Sandra Bullock)
Like meat right off the grill
We all need to give it a rest
And once rested our juices will find purchase within our cells
Giving us a sense of fullness
And it is this which allows us to put the gun down
To put the knife down
To put the Extra Strength Tylenol back into the medicine cabinet
And wake up tomorrow with the same dumb illusion
Of a center
Of a norm

You are dumb. We are dumb and must abandon the fear of what we are!

Tuesday, May 06, 2014


I took a half tab of Nuvigil
So I wouldn't fall asleep and die on my drive home
But now I'm wired
Legally wired out of my fucking gourd
And I want it to stop
I want to feel tired and normal
Hell, I've always wanted to feel normal
Even though the medical community
Has deemed me eligible for sanctioned drugging
And even though they want me to take this shit daily
It's been three months since my last use
And now I remember why I've avoided it
Yeah, this nutrient sucks. I know.
And maybe it just tells you straight up what's happening
Which makes for a bland analytic
But I have nothing else to give you
Other than a glimpse into my discomfort

And yeah, I could explain my sleep disorder
But that wouldn't change my current experience
Nor would it change my decision to stay alive on my drive home
But it may assuage my self judgment
By fishing for platitudes
Using a barbed #12 treble hook
Loaded with Pautskes Balls of Fire and a touch of Zekes

Use drugs on fish! You are what you eat!

Sunday, May 04, 2014

Ethanol (Fitness Edition)

We had the whole tease scenario down
You were going to wear a wig
And I was going to be the unreadable CHP supervisor
But it turned out that just the two of us showed up
And I fumbled the prepared lines
And your wig reminded us of an old friend
We ended up watching television
But we didn't kill anyone
And we didn't start a regional conflict
And we didn't establish a refugee camp
Unable to meet the needs of the influx of refugees

We should always be suspicious of scripted orgasms. Sex on the beach, hell yeah!

Saturday, May 03, 2014

Mag 64

I saw your mom's house for sale on
So I looked at the 17 exclusive photos
And My breath caught in my throat when I saw the layout
Your kitchen was the same kitchen I had seen
When your mom would go off to work the night shift
it's been 33 years and oh shit
The living room is the same
Not like "memory same" but exact same
Like we could still be there on the floor
Navigating the denim barriers
That separate dry humping from the real thing
The exclusive photos left me haunted
Our teenage ghosts had waited there to ambush me
Either you or your mother had left a trap for me
She, from the grave
You, from your broken heart
And I applaud the both of you
For successfully freaking the living fuck out of me

Buy a house and start it on fire. Please start yourself on fire.