Friday, February 26, 2010

existential angst is bullshit

(can i leave it here
do you think? no)

i hear
angst shits existential bull

Flashback: October 29, 1998

pieces of you, me, us
lie in a broken cup
like loving a broken
  woman in a broken bed
ten thousand years from
  now... now... now...
but i want you now!
it is the face of an
  unpoetic death with
  a mask of a light maiden
which belonged to a time
when blood flowed like
  all the obscure names i bear.
  now... now... now...
but i want you now!
i gave the last birth
last rage, last word...
  now... now... it's always now...

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

scouring
underneath my skin
for any sign of
peace of mind
unsuccessfully

Thursday, February 11, 2010

everything rots
  eventually

starting from that
  child-like wonder at
  the whole wide world
  out there
with its monsters and
  adventures abound

as colors fade
  to an all too uniform
  unappetizing gray
and the manic cheerful chatter
  on the background
  fade into an all too loud
  never-ending-ringing
i ask again
  "whereto next?"

hoist the flag boys!
ahoy!
we go again

nowhere