Pause the tape
Distort the image

Study the frame
Miss the point

Move on when ready
Forget the remote

Perfect the delivery
Lose the audience

Achieve perfection
Celebrate alone

Originally published at UNSORTED_PUNCH_CARDS. You can comment here or there.

I think of you when I’m down in the dirt
boots in my spine
an eye that don’t work
but I see fine, I see fine
cause I think of you when I’m down in the dirt

Originally published at UNSORTED_PUNCH_CARDS. You can comment here or there.

Her pride, her shame, in equal parts lay claim
to the failure she’s sculpting out of her given clay
The suitors form a line, more simple than sublime
she rejects them each in kind as delusional to try
She laments, she mourns, those that she had scorned
in the frivolous days of her youth
A youth long dead, a thought to which she’s wed
but to which ( Read more... )

A darker line came down through me
to settle on my misery
and soon enough it came to light
upon my very coldest night
To force me yet once more to see
To shake that gripping memory
The door still swinging in your wake
as you walked out and toward the lake
with dignity held in your clasp
and drowned yourself without a gasp
You never deigned to tell ( Read more... )

The pantheon is wearing thin
repopulated by demi-gods
watered down descendants innumerable and identical
bacteria that spoil the reservoir
and do nothing for the flavor
We turn to false gods
knowingly
and rail when they fall short
Soon there will be none to guide us
To filter the water clean again
We must learn to enjoy the taste of life

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O, to be passionate
To be daring
To be brash
To think not of consequences
O, to be prideful
To be haughty
To be selfish
To take what is not yet earned
O, to be confident
To be blissful
Unwavering
Laughable
Stupid
Naive
O, to fail
To fail
To fail
To succeed

Originally published at UNSORTED_PUNCH_CARDS. You can comment here or there.

The idea of you
is lambent and iridescent
I see it differently from every angle
I push it down to the furthest corners of my mind
Some back alley
Some basement of thought in a tenement
There to be forgotten
It can’t traffic with the serious concepts, out here in the light
It can’t be trusted to behave
To keep itself safe
Set loose, it would run ( Read more... )

Met the pastor’s wife
In the afterlife
Melting with the rest of us
She laughed at him
Who cast off sin
To live alone in heaven

Originally published at UNSORTED_PUNCH_CARDS. You can comment here or there.

We, the also rans
The almost hads
The unlucky breaks
the passing fads
The settling fors
The settling downs
The fake furs
The paper crowns
The came up shorts
The worked too longs
The finished fine but started wrongs
The could’ve beens
The should’ve dones
The remaining few
The tired ones
Take note:
2nd place is not so bad
and that’s not yet all she ( Read more... )

Oh zombie heart, dost thou yet beat
Does blood still course, still drive those feet
that shamble through the dusty and dilapidated
dimensions of my mind

Would that I could stem the flow
of blackened plasma to and fro
Free the stale air from those cells
Would that I could rend the brains
from out the skull which scarce contains
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