Monday, March 28, 2016

The Relentless

You are the spring
The flower
the blossom
you grow and bloom
like everything
you are my summer night
lit smile by candle light
the perfect blend of oak and pine
june bug pants
ice cream shorts
heart a patch over mine

Saturday, March 26, 2016


There you are
Still smiling
Even in slumber
Metling my heart

Friday, March 25, 2016


Guided thoughts,
Repeated words,
Endless time got me here.
Rosy, fast-moving glints
Of mellowed nostalgia,
Best left discarded,
Remain somehow
After all this rain.
It's there, a faint film
Right around the edges
That just can't seem to be cleaned off,
It's comforting.
A slow sip
Marking the end of a long week.
A train somewhere
Out in the impenetrable night,
Calming us.
But like all experiences
We are left marred 
More imperfect than before
More human.

Sunday, March 13, 2016


Broken apart 
Like a cloud in the wind,
When the crowd chants for more
The glass life begins.

The sand-torn corners
Where those monsters did hide
Are now burnt by the sun
And beaten by the tide.

That stammering voice
Spilling out of your lips
Is now amplified, eternally,
For clowns and critics.

Traded for solace 
The waves never stop
That lonesome lighthouse 
A new tourist spot. 

It's the life that you've chosen
You mustn't complain,
For you may sink and drown in it
Turning back into rain.

Saturday, March 12, 2016


She left the iron on again
Why can't she just pick up the damn clothes
Why is our account at 0
Does she really have to take this call
Where did she put my shit
I was watching that
Is she fucking kidding me
She ate the last cookie
Who taught her how to drive
Did she unplug my phone
100 bucks for a shirt
She's going to want wine with dinner
Good thing I married her

Friday, March 11, 2016

Paramount Post-Punk

And this is exactly where you thought you'd be
Lost, wandering, liveing free.
Taking no shits, and giving no fucks
Getting by on pure bad luck.
Just like you always wanted.
Yeah, you're doing alright.
Now pull your pants up,
Wipe yourself off,
Put on your uniform,
Go back to work.

Thursday, March 10, 2016


And where will you go,
So early in the morning,
Before the grass wets
and there's still a hint of yesterdays warmth?
Just let me know,
because I'd really like to be there.