Transient

There’s something to say about a
man of few words, and even

fewer actions
As feral as a child,
Incubated under neon lights
but at least we had fun
a longer while
This here is euphoria
Between the bloodshed,
dirty dollar
signs, and forbidden flesh
There’s only so much we can do
While heaven’s
playing favorites
These distractions keeping
us from living,
documented with strokes of a key
easily deleted by an indiscreet
coward such as me
A transient’s idea of romance,
stagnant
like rings left by empty bottles
collecting dust at the edges
I’ll keep fucking up
until the well runs dry,
beats trying to get by

Headphones

There are separate headphones plugged into your chest
and the other to your head. The headphone plugged
into your chest rests
on your left ear. It tells you life
is created to self-destruct.
This worries you.
The headphone plugged
to your head drapes
over your right ear, it
repeats to you that the
ultimate gift of youth is it’s ignorance.
You rip the headphones
from both ears because
your family must eat
and the clock on the office wall only says the time is 10 AM.
You return home at 4:30 looking for an on/off switch. There’s nothing there.

Dusk

broken hearts turn purple, matching
a sky at dusk
They
swell from
scar tissue
And beat just as they did
when you were a child

you have returned yourself

Found this gem at Half Price Books. One of my favorites.

Found this gem at Half Price Books. One of my favorites.

Silence

I enjoy silence, 
it reaches toward me 
              sprawling like oak trees
              I glare at wind when it 
              rustles leaves from my 
              favorite branches 
Ear pollution
I tiptoe over dead leaves as
they deafen 
similar to World Wars
Once I enter my front door
I can no longer hear 
over the blue wallpaper and
non-existent photos not hanging
from nails throughout the house
             There is a fire in the middle 
             of our room, 
             flames rise from twigs, branches
             of my favorite oak 
I fall asleep facing the wall,
my back radiating from it’s heat

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#FERGUSON protestor returns tear gas canister back to sender…

This is Amerikkka 2014

ICONIC

darvinasafo:

#FERGUSON protestor returns tear gas canister back to sender…

This is Amerikkka 2014

ICONIC

Emerald City

we operate on
borrowed time,
watching hyper
second hands rest
between 
the low hum of
late night infomercials,
hiding from the minutes 
braving every unheard
shitty thought 
resonating 
our heads, you
just dream of
bottling the
breath of past lovers,
sitting in jars 
collecting dust atop
moonlit window sills
for the 
late night kids
to see.
The Victorian 
boys on Green street
yearning 
at your doorstep
Should’ve noticed 
Emerald City 
waiting dressed down
in her skyline illumination, 
eyeliner singing everyone’s 
favorite midnight hues
black, gray,
dark blue.
You waltz down her 
alleys 
remembering 
what it’s like
to feel with a 
broken heart again,
Reminding me
our
biggest burden
we’d bear 
is
forgetting
to care

We Love Like Airports

We love like airports
Seeing all off,
admiring arrivals crowded 
around baggage claim
       Terminal one
contains ghosts of pain,
replaying occurrences in a      circular 
motion such as the radar
atop me 
They have no luggage 
to check,
no carry ons 
       Terminal two 
is full
of windows
lined with eyes scanning
for faces amongst    meteors     and
lightning
       Terminal three 
consists merely of
dust 
moving through rays of sun
during Winter months

       Terminal five 
is where we           depart
You cut through clouds with birds,
touching stars long thought to
       be dead