Fizzle Out

Okay, here I am, this is what I want to say
here are my thoughts, I'm putting them on display

disgrace this rhyme
spit it on the ground with words too round and edges too soft
my thoughts ricochet off the damn building

I let my emotions build til they fill
the explosive tanks
and then set them on fire
watch 'em burn to the ground

watch the incarcerated prisoners of my brain
fizzle
fizzle
fizzle
out.

It's not that I'm too afraid to speak
too afraid to look deep out of fear for what it is I truly seek
speak if I may, if just for a moment
I have a shitty attitude, I own it
not for a moment do I ever lose speed of the sights of what it is I truly need

It's just a spiritual moment.

God forsaken truth
let lose
it melted in my mouth
I swallowed it
the whole universe in its molecular minute

Now I'd say I'm in it to win it
but wait a minute
was I even in it to begin with?

I hold the truth to my lips, if just for a moment
crowning glory of truth laden with recycled abuse
tears and drama, I'd say save it for yo mama
but, like mama ever hears

her own ears swollen shut with abuse let loose
like a weak fire canon
"adhere to the canon companion"
but it's just my father with his remote control
remote controlled drone
a psycho
a clown I let loose
in my moment of rage

when I let my thoughts ricochet

splayed on the ground
now they stay on the ground
incarcerated prisoners
of abuse

I let them
fizzle
fizzle
fizzle
out.

Honeysuckle and Heresy

There's an old catholic church behind the

casino. I figure it's where the drunken 

bellies drag themselves off to so they can

beg for their souls back. 

"Lord, I am not worthy to receive you."


Raunchy soothsaid wisps


"but only say the word"

Honeysuckle and heresy


"and I shall"


Drink my guts out


"be healed."

Amen

- Anonymous

Input vs. Output

It's hard to live in a world that focuses on fast output
when often,
I want to sit down with my thoughts
coax them out of their shells
and tell them stories so theirs are better

There is no time for that
in a world
where your output matters
more than your input

nor does filter hold the same meaning
that it used to
you are not filtering your mind
for the purest form of poetry

you instead put filters on anything that comes out
and hope it still looks
pretty

Christmas For Us All

ornaments jingling
little birds singing
as the sound of the remote clicks away

like a word in the mouth
of a babe who's a sow
who sings merrily away to say:

oh little tree
and little me
and Disney far beyond

I hope against hope
to dance with the Pope
and gracefully we all fall down

Orange with White Stripes

orange with white stripes-- to go please
yes I'm in a hurry, no I will not take sugar with that
but add more milk please
and hold off on the cup holder
I want to feel the warmth of the orange and white stripes against my hand

sometimes, usually in the winter
I drink a lot of coffee
I figure, it's much cheaper than investing in a heater 
safer too.

I went to Ikea last summer and I bought orange with white stripes
I've seen it often in shows
I let out a giggle when I spot a celebrity sitting on the same duvet
and I wonder
sets must have a low budget if Zooey Deschanel and I both use the same duvet.