I jumped the fence last night
at 3AM, no less:
shattered hopes of my own
daft presumptions, yet,
perhaps they weren't unfounded.
You lead me to believe
we'd face this world together
until you fled the scene.

What a beautiful lie:
your so-called love.

It's not what you said that hurt,
but rather, what you didn't say.
I know apologies are hard,
but nothing good is easy.
It's not what you said that hurt,
but rather what you didn't say.
I know apologies are hard,
but that's your loss
and you're mine.

Send me from this hell
to the next one.
Rip my heart right out
from my chest.
With all this time
I've spent inside,
you'd think I'd open
up more windows.
But, I know better than
to let anyone in now.

Don't take my hand;
I don't wanna love you.
Memories are too much
and not enough.

I Know, I Know

Eighteen Forever

Summer days with
western rain
fill the dam of
past love's pain.
You find sometimes you
miss her so,
but she's come and gone like
Winter's snow.

Winter, where are you now?
I miss you, so I
need to know if
you miss me too.
Winter, how are you?

Seasons change and
so does she.
She's not the one she
used to be.
Still, you find you
miss her so.
But, December ended
months ago.

You should have held on tight
'til your knuckles turned white.
Loving leads to
ohs and exes,
but mistletoe ain't
just for X-mas.

Winter, where are you now?
Winter, how are you now?
Winter, who are you?

Winter

Welcome, friends.
You're too kind again.
And to find the end
takes two kinds.
Careful plans
like you try to mend
are futile attempts
to curb mine.

There's the end:
so close.

Not Close Enough

Stay in school.
Get a job.
You'll be thankful before long.
Pass the time.
Wake up early.
Happiness is for your 30's.
Never try to open up.
We're too busy for your love.
We're too busy for love.

You seem down.
We don't want you around.

Down

Speedcore Work-In-Progress

Failed father figures passing out
for reasons we can't talk about.
I think my neice is turning
one this year.
November reaches in my bones:
skeleton creature in my clothes.
He wears me well but I'm
inside his head.

I just can't get
over this at all.
Apartments, EBT,
and tears for salt
don't get you far enough.
I guess they'll dine
alleyway one more.

Lay neat to sleep in normie drag.
Think Kinkos reopens at 10.
Turns out my neice is turning
two, I guess.
December leeks into the home,
these timid feet, uncomfortable.
Keep finding leeches feeding
on my throne.

Homeless addicts
eating with the rats,
and they'll be
sleeping with the fishes soon,
out of view.
Yuppies pass for
clinking glass and
stuffed pigs class betray
until it's out of sight,
out of mind.

Tears For Salt

Tinker Toys [short]

There's a reason for my
failure to inhale.
It feels like if I
try to breathe it just might kill me.
You're not here before I
find new ways to fail:
falling further by the day.

Here's your warning.
If you see me go that way,
close your eyes and turn away.
We're in mourning
from a day just like today.

Little things
that make it alright.
When it stings,
you try to fight.
Sand to ambiguity
sharp edges of a memory.

Can we keep pretending
time will find hearts mending?
I promise I won't tell the truth.
As our world is ending
messages worth sending
never make it back to you.

Betamale.

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