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I'm trying to ignore the laws of attraction.
i liked you better as a picture on my window screen.
i liked you better as a poetry queen.
i somehow depicted you perfect in my dreams.
but not everything is the way that it seems.
Now im getting red in the face
from too much lager.
i read the rest of that Bukouski book that you couldn't finish.
You said that you didn't care for it much.
That it was kind of boring, even.
you "just couldnt get past the halfway point."
Well...
I thought it was fucking Brilliant.

~

Out of focus at the punk rock show.

Sucking on beers already been used.

Still good right?

I thought so...

i also thought about the saliva dripping from your lips;

and how forcibly i grip my pen.

sometimes i think about the future;

and i thought

SHIT...

are people really like that?

and they are.

Survival guide for the unsung hero

invisible as a ghost,

he walks these halls with conviction.

there has been a presence here

and he cant quite put his thumb on it.

slipping through these walls like

spilt water on a floor board.

sifting though the obituaries for clues.

breaking it back down to

scooby doo,

and nancy drew.

Drunk ramblings

I sleep on this futon until someone more important steps in.

all i need is one good meal a day and a few beers to forget how hungry i am,

and everything will be ok.

im sitting in the basement listening to the dance party upstairs.

the movement could be described as an instructional video on the charleston.

i have just finished talking to some girls who intrigued my interest.

it's always a war

gemini's verses aquarius'

Now two people are fucking in the hallways

i don't mind

or are too drunk to care...

...something about a celibate summer

I usually don't wear watches

Here is the Truth

It will never work out between us

because im looking for someone who

is just a little bit less broken than i am,

even though everyone is broken.

and you have a boyfriend who screams,

when he's drunk and hits you

when he sleeps in your bed

cause he thinks your the cop from reno 911

and he apologizes, and you accept cause your

both drunk and you just want the sex 

or to get some sleep.

and all i'm looking for is a girl kind of like

a broken watch

where sometimes you can make our the time

if you know where to fill in the dashes

and remember that occasionally the two

is really a four.

The shakes and jitters are getting to me

from too much coffee and cigarettes 

on an empty stomach

i feel weak, but with too much energy

i feel too passive with an extra scoop of empathy

wandering the streets with a wallet thats empty

i guess i need to have a kerouac mentality

"dont worry little john

there's food

E V E R Y WHERE"

Bloody Dharma

She poised her cigarette
like she would a
bloody rag to her mouth.
catching the coughed up mucus
each drag reminded me of
each breath
stolen with each kiss
shattering each hope
that i could be that thief

The ultimate masochisim

my flesh crawled right off my bones last night
and in a frantic lunge
started to claw and prod
my skin back on to the skeletal structure
with dagger sharp phalanges
taring it away
leaving scraps of flesh
like human jerky scattered
about the floor
and then
almost instinctively
gave up the hopeless effort
of salvation
and thus began to dig my own
burial plot

Travel Prayer

Oh, Discordia!
Oh, Hermes my friend!
Chaotically toss me
from sea to sea
than guide me to land

I could have been blind
and just accept where I'm going
i could have been mute
so i wouldn't resurrect old stories
i could have been deaf
so i couldn't hear the warnings
but i have all my senses
and I'm leaving in the morning.

The ocean of the after life

i had a dream that the after life was this grand ocean that stretch on forever from a beach.and when you died, you would enter this beach and just visit with all of the other souls, until you were ready to merge with the ocean and become one with all.I remember that there were a lot of people that would set up camp on the beach, because they were comfortable just being on the beach for eternity. and that they were to scared to merge with the ocean, and that was ok with everyone. it didn't make much difference.i remember that i didn't set up camp though, i remember i had my sleeping bag and back pack and notebooks. and i would sleep under the stars, because even if it rained there you wouldn't get cold or wet.the reason that i set up camp though, wasn't because i was getting ready to merge, but that i was trying to find a way to get back to life.i felt that i was a traveler in the after life, not a resident.therefore i challenged the gate keepers to a competition.we started to climb this great rocky wall that was the boundaries of the after life.and i climbed and climbed and so did the gatekeeper.Finlay coming out as the victor, i hoped over the wall to life and woke up.

Based on a drunk poem by hana

There is something brilliant about how you drunk type your poetry
Missing letters and adding ones become your flawless inventions
A little girl and a beer can make that
A little dance that lasts forever
You are completely made out of books
Tag lines and short stories
You are uncomfortable about
Those
Damn
Looks
And all I can think about is
Those
Damn
Lips

Clear Static (A Limerick)

It’s like you’re the ghost in the machine.
And I’m watching you through a screen.
The visuals are vague
Like a shadow on a lake,
Because you like to remain unseen.