systemic

wouldn't it be nice, if we had a trigger
a pulley
a lever
a uh
haha
button
that let us have "something come over me"
no more face to face
but it with the warning
a warning of ruin
god-forsaken
spitten upon
failure, misbred attempts
at a special fence
between real life and a chip and a plastic chip and fingertips
losing grip
a plastic chip
ha
why
giddily nullify
the reason why
the pry
between two layers
crow-bar says hello
give it a face
we're welcomed to say hello
and it never ends
we want it so
ill remain chaired
but theres so much more to know

as i get progressively drunker
i reject this machination
the paltry, twiddly dim dip
worthlessness
of electronic
embodiment
now a guitar smashes through the ashes
a brick wall fine to crumble
between sparse and inherent phobias
pains so painful
and laughter's much louder yeah
this is splitting
she wants to comfort
and day after next
she
wants to dive into else-forth
all the while
she never did a thing
the mushy mass mess of a pink
plain sprained brain contains
paranoia draining out the eyes
of a blank donkey
blind to follow
and once filled with virtue
but demonizes
the most innocent thing
born to be

"see, jake, the thing about poetry is the START connects to the END. YOUR poetry, however, starts somewhere and ends in Zimbabwe...you'll never convey the point..."
-thank you elliot, go suck a fuck

its way to late for some things
i dont know where i am, thats one thing
i lose some grip
on a
can't remember now
even as theres a bit
that hasnt yet slipped
my eyes even ask
if my eyes are open
and yeah
my mind finds a roaming
im insane
wheres the lane
im supposed to go
with this car
veering side to side
england or usa
tokyo
i dont know
just give me a home
i cant find it myself
just help
i cant find
i just
help

as my finger glides across my winter hat
THIS
the last, jutting, awkward piece of fingernail
POEM
plays like an instrument
FUCKING
makes a sound like a firework across the night sky
SUCKS
and as this finger
ROCK
glides as it does
HARD
i
for some reason
ERECT
feel like im special
COCK
for hearing it.
BALLS

Goodbye

Carry on
In your up-turned boat
With blue skies, supplies,
and an endless sea.
Many sailors will love you
along the way
for your nomadic
way
your golden hair,
mirroring the sun
Everyone
A'cross your path
Will love the peace
you spread, and have
Just be sure
to catch their jaws
as they drop,
inch by inch
And if you return
Just speak of you
take my hand
And be a friend

i

just

don't

know

what

to

think

any

more.

in heaven, everything is fine

wanna give up on you
wanna give up on me?
going back to the old ways
got some new ways of my own
without the crutch
i don't say much
even round your smile
i don't say much
lots to say
but i ain't got a way
wanna show me to the road
wanna hold my hand and
i can't find my own way
hate for you to slip like sand
hate it through my fingertips
tips once red
now cardboard bland
i've nothing to say
contradictions comin' this way
the way i am today
with it, seems okay
the way i am today
got nothin' to say

submitted in writing... (finally)

submitted in writing...
i suppose she's looking for reasons
much like i ask needless questions
but to me
all that is concealed in a statement
is revealed in a glance
or motion of the hand,
perhaps in an exchange of unheard things
why i exude a nervous chuckle
the chuckle kneels to a radiant face
warm soul, perpetual and perrenial boundaries
infinity, almost defined and within reach
as her chest erupts a non-descript series of gentle hums
my eyes acting as hands in the field of anonymous flowers
each of her lashes
slowly, closer
each of her lashes
close enough to taste, now
her lashes
each a petal for plucking
the sun becomes irrelevant
eyes that spill blood but soak warmth
still, questions
and when i do look into her gaze
my skin beckons
wishing to pinpoint any slice to any particular knife
the bleeding continues
nothing so full of life as the red that falls
once blue
she's died before but with blood she will ignite
a birth born from spasms intricately placed
completing something
i love to hug her
and fear that word
and i very much love to kiss
a hummed chuckle can say so much about this
but words can
at times, deconstruct the bliss
i wish to convey a sense with a lense
your eyes, placed rigidly at the scope
to observe curiously the words rounding each bend
eventually crumbling with infinity, closer to the end
may you with some glow poking through the clouds
wishing for you to say
with him, perhaps, i do like going to bed
some things are better left unsaid.