Tuesday, February 1, 2011

it is the
sound of train-wreck of a life
there preserved within the empty kitchens
and absent women
flowing with dubious extra care
cracked open in old rock concert posters
that nobody remembers coherently
even under a spotty sun
with a hallow core

ain't that fucking great

Sunday, January 16, 2011

threading the night with a feeling 
of something inescapably fleeting
that i don't particularly know 
   but desperately need 
it is a terrible blind fight
in the muddy labyrinths of my mind
under layers of anxiety and
   unfulfilled fantasies 
of the kind
which requires a lot of 
   quiet contemplation and talking

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

hungry for some unwarranted ironic wisdom 
my dim-witted conscience 
was handicapped by a wishy-washy ghost

static was all i could hear then on

but i got all the words you like
  right here in my pocket
with all the emotional content
  and the sincerity to go along with
right here
in my pocket
even if
empty rooms of my deliberate reason
and blossoming walls of my anger
made their bloody business 
to make sure that 
whispering cold waters of
my indifferent reflection were stopped
in their tracks permanently

i fucking hate that!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

am i real?
or am i a bodiless voice
from nowhere
stuck on a rudderless ship
turning around
'n around
'n around?

Monday. January 3, 2011

it is what it is

it is what it is

doesn't matter how many times i repeat to myself
"it is what it is"
the fact that my inner-eyes were
carrying the heavier burden of a sadder soul
weighed in disappointments of unfulfilled goals
makes these words relentlessly cruel and judgmental

and
i am still shedding 
people

still waiting and repeating
"it is what it is"
again and again
"it is what it is"
like a chant
like a prayer
"it is what it is"

it is an impossible sick prayer on the wind
and i don't believe a minute that it is true
deeply afraid that 
it is far from being over

Sunday, January 2, 2011

i gotta get this right
right as the unpredictable fists 
of a gypsy god
who got 
not a night
free of silent clocks
that knock
thirteen thousand plots
together with
some rhymes
that don't fit
quite right