Mad Mad Mad

your future is born all over again

with godspeed make amends

fighting the dawn of time

you wanna end on a good note?

play it by ear

i cannot hear right now

i'm not here right now

leave a message

i'll get it when i'm dead

send me lessons

life beckons

shelve the good stones

skip up to good steps

step up to death

excellence in a bird cage

wait wait wait

i'm the waiter

can't carry the weight

stone throw

give it up

suck it up suck up

cryptic

mystic

i don't really give a fuck

your server is out of service

no sweat 'nother cigarette

and breathe easy

breathe without me

listen to our lungs crush

black tar

evan green

mean mean mean states

t and t

tangerine twist with a lime

wine

red

white

and blue sky

pale pale pale ale

cement floors with stains

sound that bounces up down

circles

round round round

shiny shoes that meet their means

i still have to fucking clean

love and hate and somewhere in between

see see see me

listen up

feel me

my ego is the messenger

and i'm just a warm beast that breathes

eats and drinks and steals air

that someone else could use

someone who actually cares

i'm just a peasant left to sway

back and forth

to represent self that's never recognized

inside the beast

feast feast feast

on martyrs

feast on our fathers

take it all for just a second

have to drown to find bliss

life is smaller than this short kiss

that sees itself

die die die

death

miracles and ignorance

god

grace

intellect

rest in peace

please

bad tunes

ugly folks

warm beer

pissy restrooms

shit wreaks

lips that tease

dicks and tits in sleaze

which tip with spitt on me

smile like this and see

hell is how i pay my rent

to please the owner right behind the walls

wild rover

pints shattered

tables turned over

crawl to meet the floor

all this for dirt poor

nothing better

shitty weather

clouds meet clouds

stale air and sour cushions

lights on

last call

lights out

pass out

kill the band

stagehand

fall

crawl

pay your tabs

mad mad mad

Bells

You'd say anything to throw me off

All I want in life is not to be lost


Deep inside me there's yesterday

I can't find it anywhere anyways


Can’t stay long in your world

Court jester spins the wind whirled


Oh, look at what you've done to me

I'm all I got and I'm no good to me


I'm much better off behind a fools gavel

This pity, it's a raffle 


Everyday still ends with bells

I wonder how court is adjourned in hell


I'd follow you anywhere, but I can't

The gut wrenching truth in this haunted land


Though reason has no grasp on a wary mind

I've stopped against good judgment between the lines


The evanescent lack of black and white

Becomes the purgatory between my wrong and my right


You're always with me, every place I loathe

I can't turn around, can't let you go 

Colorful Chaos

i was so heavy, now i'm weightless

but i wasn't ready to be inflated

i'm surrounded by greatness

trained to see in 3D, polished stainless


this colorful chaos

different shades of pretension i lost

is not a place where hard work pays off

that's why i presume we're doing it wrong 


you would tell us if we're going down

you would tell us, wouldn't you?

you would tell us if we were doing it wrong

otherwise i don't think we'd know what to do


humbled by the like minds' submissiveness

a city full of talent turning into this shit

is this resentment or is this bliss?

does it get any better than this?


these may be the best times of our lives

counting our pennies just to survive

supposed to be a place where like minds thrive

if we're going down, i don't think we really mind


this is a place i soon plan on leaving

there's this crutch that these fools insist on believing

god, if you're more than you insist on being

shine light on something other than what i'm seeing


why don't you kill this colorful machine?

decorative by its own will

alive but not buoyantly

moving but not voyaging


some of us may find ourselves complacent

happy may be an overstatement

a condition of uncertainty

commonplace to kill or be killed

Buried In a Hill

the mission is to listen to every word

take it to the other side of the earth

like the priest at my death wedding

divorcing hell as it begins to freeze

the hole in my head at my funeral

for my friends who forget to grieve

throw pennies in and make a wish

and i'll haunt you through your days

with the trolls in the yard

dixie whistling with the hellhound's howl

echoes repent towards the stars

when their son is on the prowl

students of the dumb taught to read in brail

eat the sediment of sound

drop the gravestone flowers

kill the red wasps hovering 'round

building nests upon death eating through the hours

arteries are rooted in

the forearm of my sleeve

that's how i wear a broken heart

when i can't tell if it beats

when the gravestone weeps, i check its pulse

alarm clock weeps too loud

i might be dead or on the phone

behind a snowplow

heaven isn’t so cold

poppies in the playground

trickling through my veins

the world is so much smaller

now that i cannot complain

if i ever wake up

there's a pitchfork which fits

in a raincloud made from tires

stitch her whip to her fingertips

and place her in the fire

all the blisters turn on sundays

and your smiles pretends to grieve

my heart rubs swift against her

and the blister can finally breathe

there's roses on her windshield

that's how i know i'm not to blame

there's wildfires on the reaper's face

that's how i know, i'll live another day

her necklace is the crossfire

a man infested pearl

she'll find another oyster

and i'll find another girl

kill the red wasps on the poppy blossoms

herein a freshly planted rose

stem the stemless orchids eternal

and greet them with a poised poignant pose

ferment the brandy fires

for cabbages and kings

defy the fungus and poppies in the veins

eat the cow shit rings

there's no traffic on sunday

when all the leaves are still

the wind is high and so am i

digging my way out of this hill

Unrequited Prerequisite

"God, give me grace, give me substance, give me value, give me virtue, give me faith. For, if I have no faith, I fear I am speaking to myself."

"Find it for yourself, and find me for yourself," he answers dully and dispassionately, “for I have no faith in you if I'm just speaking to myself."

"Who, then are you and then what is faith? What is virtue and what am I?"

The cool wind spins like a whirlpool in response to an otherwise unresponsive space. The inquisition falls to the ground, and his head aches with inquisitiveness. Inquiring on Inquiries submitted via enlightenment requires otherwise unrequited prerequisites.

"Otherwise unrequited prerequisites? What the fuck does that mean?"

"You are an unrequited prerequisite to life. The fuck is what that means."

"Devil, dear, why must you sleep by my bedside? For, you give me no comfort."

"Quite the contrary -yur his lust find loving in god- I am you, and you sleep by your own bedside."