Junky chainsaw happenings ( Read more... )

Here are some things clouding my head and I need to get them out somewhere ( Read more... )

clamps
letting go of you is like ripping off clamps that have been rusted and formed around me
and it fucking tears
it tears
but I'm doing it and
when I'm done you will be out
and when I'm done you will be out

you better not make me go through this for nothing.
you better never ever want me back now.

I'm getting swamped down this sunday ( Read more... )

What a star quality switchback ( Read more... )

I'm blank.

You've blanked me out from everything.

I'm wading through days of unrecognizable routine.

I'm not strong enough for you too. I'm not even strong enough for my own special brand of the jack knife hammer heart.

I try not to think about you.
That's mostly how I pass my time now.

You're far away already and
I can see your standing wanting
as I ride away on my junked out bicycle seat
listening to the beads fall.

I'm writing this as I go
I'm writing this as I go to pass the time
as your expanding ice cube
stains the cracks of my table

I can see you from here old red eyes
stuffing your heaving waste into a flat chest
let me wipe that with my heavy hands and
buckle down my bugle boy buckle down

There is a riot there ( Read more... )

you and your bristles
your white horse rambling speech
it slides down me like a rolling pin cushion
the daily acupuncture of your cheek