burning bridges

so you finally saw
the intensity and awe
in her worn-out, broke-down, fall-out world
she's that kind of girl.

since i'm in a melancholy mood
i'll admit this was not as soon
as i expected,
because i know what she's projected
and i know who her "real friends" are

and yet
and yet
her face will be wet
when the fire she's started
and the seas she has parted
crash and burn
crash and burn
but she still won't learn.

i found this scrawled on proof

the pale yellow bag of
California almonds blends
with the desk nobody's
graffitied yet.
his cowboy boots creak
in harmony with the
blond wood chair
and we stare
blindly
ahead
forward
on.

contact

a careful hug
a small pat
a full embrace
is a moment removed
from this goddamn race.

for the record

i'll never lie to you
think it over
cus i love you
and the caliber (42,
or desperate moves)
and you said
you understand!
you've bled and you've ran
and you said that you can
stand
by me, lean on me
and i am sorry
that you were lonely for a lifetime,
but when it's the right time
don't you believe
you can lean on me.

wizard absurd

fucking pinball,
chaos theory, and
what
the
hell
just happened!
BAM! BAM!
BANG
and you're off like a rocket
red glare in your pocket
thunder for a rainy day
not how you said, but what you say

stereotype, shake me like a rag doll
I got gunpowder and I ain't afraid
last chance, would you take the last dance?
all alone so I guess I'm brave

but now, game over
and I'm out of quarters.

illusions and allusions, marked with foam

5 cents to fix the love bipolar
(you don't really wanna stay,
but you don't really wanna go)

Romeo, that modulation
wasn't all it is when she sings
though I felt it could be;
when the devil's eyes
come into our lives, I told you I will
and still, well that ain't gonna change
because miss christina's got one thing right
(and you admit it, twice)

and Romeo, you know what's in a name
and I could count what you've inspired
on my fingers and toes, and your nose
and our list is just a game;

seven hours, eleven days,
it's not in my power to take on that blame
and even the list would be missed
(I am rather sorry
about all of this.)

a line for the perfect color, which I didn't find
had nothing to do with your evening or mine.

if she's too passionate to let herself go
then she'll never find what she's looking for
she is too passionate to let herself go,
and it took a long time to get through that door.

and then it snowed.

the artist and the muse

you are unmerciful, my dear
and i show the same to you
neither of us show our fear
and it's all that we can do.

i've been posed for a good hour now
i've never felt so cold
the music in my head is loud
and the refrain is getting old.

oh darlin', i can understand
why you became my muse
you're so careful with your frozen hands
but so loose with the ones you lose.

now it's in eternal song
like my body on your page
you're not sure about right or wrong
and i'm not sure that i'll fade.