Crimson and auburn
their wrists cut, those beggars
dismissed at every up or down
the moment clinging to memory
foreshadows their yards with trash for days
bristles scraping, cleaning you
it hurts to change to someone new
hear it tick down like a bomb
climb through crowds with foreign blood
the rest, they say, you can't undone

the remaining prophecies inside him ( Read more... )

A seamstress selling her soul for dope. The couch-locked fiend inside him bleeds for more of a reason to open his door. Wounded. "I'm hit!" his body falls to the floor. Can you sweep him up? Clean his teeth? Forgive him for unsavory beginnings ( Read more... )

My thoughts race like fans on stock car sundays ( Read more... )

Been busy the last couple weeks putting together new music. I have about 3 or 4 new tracks that I'm going to release as an Anxious as Anyone Else cassette ( Read more... )

Disoriented confidential
chemicals stole our potential
those feelings we blamed were only natural
and like anything arriving, it must, soon or later, go
we were taught to be the first one to jump the gun
to lead and to prosper, to just have fun
but by the time that we learn what we'd meant to be learned
the flame from the sun will no longer burn

So I posted here through my cell phone and by the time I was done it timed out so I better make this quick. Haven't been doing all that much, more than in the winter that's 4 sure. Mostly just riding around on the bike listening to music, trying to escape from the stupid day to day shit. I really really need a job but can't seem to find the ( Read more... )

There's nothin' that I don't ever want to be apart of ( Read more... )

I've come across a book of poems in my grandmother's basement by dorothy parker. it's really great. dark. sometimes i can really get in her head by reading a poem and the other I am solely the reader ( Read more... )

it's like forty-five seconds of life ( Read more... )