January 18, 2013
me…..

People suck.

I’m a person.

What now?

June 12, 2012
heart…..

What are you supposed to do 
when you hold someones heart in your hand?
Squeeze. Then clean up the blood.

She gave me her heart.
I ate it on a silver platter.
Drops of blood make
pretty patterns on my walls,
like raindrops in the morning.
The drip drip drip a soothing accompaniment
to my impassioned repast.
With me now forever,
her atoms part of me
in the most intimate of bondings. 
Is this true love?

February 19, 2012
Two brains…..

Sometimes I wish I had two brains.
Two sets of eyes, four hands.
Two heads. Yes.
Sometimes I wish I had two heads.
If I could only be the first two-headed man,
with four eyes and four hands.
If I had two heads,
and four eyes,
and four hands,
I could write two things at once.
And get the words out of my brain.
Sometimes they get stuck,
all jammed up,
cause I only have one head,
one brain,
two eyes,
two hands.

I'd be pretty hot with two heads.

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February 17, 2012
I love music. And radios. And such…..

That fucking song.
Again.
The music pulsing
in my veins.
My head.
Throbbing
one more time.
Everywhere.
I need a new radio.
That fucking song
broke my old one
when it hit
the wall.

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February 17, 2012
I met Buddha once…..

I met Buddha once.
He's a lot larger than you might think.
He's old.
And grey.
And slightly weathered.
With a flower for a hat.
I met Buddha once.
Made of stone
and sleeping on the ground.
3000 years old
And young as you or me.
I met Buddha once
He said:
"Stop wanting stupid shit".
I took his hat
the flower looks good on me.

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