I Still (probably) Love You

i hope we're high when we are dead

eat off the floor
desperate actions, I know well
my mind melts down
your words dig holes in my weakening shell

sleep on the street
the gutters overflow there, pile up to my knees
devotedly detaching my head from my feet
steal my heart from me
remove my heart from me

now the cold winter wind falls all over your skin,
as the steam-powered Snowflakes are born over Lake Michigan.
they're waving goodbye to the rain-clouds that fight with the wind.
they'll travel by jet-stream just to meet you when your dreams begin...

and they'll whisper to you :

"Greetings, from Lake Michigan. I hope you're doing all right. Glad to see that you're still alive. You are so cruel, and so cold - and so stoned every night. So, us Snowflakes have flown down here, to Ohio, to bring you back home... You'll still have a hard-frozen heart - but at least you won't be alone"

Lake Michigan

my healthy mind called me back to say -
"could you please avoid me next time?"
i guess it's been a long time coming....
"could you please lay off the crutches, i have to live here too"

a temper drenched insult seemed clever, 
a sentimental/anxious blizzard -
freeze us all, and we'll die together,
fragmented thoughts in stormy weather
cut us down before we can escape...

and team rocket says,
"please lower you'r voice, this is a public place
and stop saying fuck, do you see the look on my face?
every one around is staring us down. 
well, it seems to me that Silph Company has everything we'll need
but hopefully we can leave with some integrity"

but are we too far gone?
are we too far gone?
are we?
(or are we too strung out)

pause now for Giovanni!
please wait we will hold up our end of the deal!
pause not for kamikaze!
please wait we promise that we'll self destruct if anything gets worse...

with our backs against the wall...
we've got nothing at all...
under our black wardrobes we've got no skin, no heart, no soul...
and no thought control...

Silph Co

tell the kids, 
veins are vitamins. 

they'll crush, and they'll collapse -
stomach's full of batteries...
half bloody sentiments,
backwards compatable.
smash out the windows,
you know that i'll always want more.

the crack in the floor, 
the all have been full - 

they'll crush, and they'll collapse -
stomach's full of batteries...
half bloody sentiments,
backwards compatable.
smash out the windows,
you know that i'll always want more.

Veins & Petrichor

This is a 5 song epic of sorts, it is about WWII and the siege (and destruction) of Leningrad. 
This is 6 years in the making.
Enjoy.

We Are The Army Group North

just a good ol' acoustic song about a girl.

Oh, Melody

swallow down those envy laden tears, 
suck them back into your brain so they can dance with all the Tylenol and beer. 
Or is it just the red wine that i spilled beside your bed that has you fucked up this time?
I've never been a good friend. 
Hell, I'm not too good at anything.
I've probably said "I love you",
But I do tend to drink a lot.
How about we both just go home...

Go Home

Bovine spongiform encephalopathy

i hope we're high when we're dead

plagued by antecedents
substituting cyanide
living off of flowers
best friends made of pesticide

these stems are hollow points, the roots are choking
osmosing morning dew, the acid rain clouds
chloroform, and feeding tubes - a bee sting sonnet sings :

let me go traveling, i will fly to -
far away fields, and the far away skies
contort my wings 'till the breeze comes anew
support the queen 'till the colony dies

maps built from scratch deep inside of my head
constructs looming forward, falling away
dodging the buzzards, who beg to be fed
short lived inhalations, ending the day


the cold is beginning, its hard now to fly
brothers are buzzing and stored safe inside
huddle for warmth as the nectar goes dry
watching as earth's fragile magnets collide 

cling to the ropes of this commandeered sail
it drags us in circles, to no avail

A Bee Sting Sonnet

A Song For The Spencer House

Licking River

qwepithp;;oi;;;

Only Every One Can Judge Me (cover)

Pottery

Dear Mom; A Letter Home

Words Of Affirmation

Outside

The Holiest place I know of is in your backyard

Almost To Earth

Rrrrrr39unmixed, just depressed0

jupiter, interface

for the planet previously known as Liadon; a Hinwar hymnal

a lonestar test

Bedridden

Nap Time

i was to make this into a song, but i gave up halfway. just uploading it to catalogue the memory

about sex

almosttoearth

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