Coil’d round my finger, Numb,
this tiny golden snake’s begun
To flick his sweet and noxious tongue
Against my thumb, the fading thrum
My heartbeat stutters - Bum, Ba-da-Dum

I want nothing and
I trust no one
Heartbreak’s inevitable
Pour me another one
I drank up my innocence
That top shelf gullible
Now I buy that ten dollar half gallon vitriol

People think they’re badass “You’re the Joker to my Harley!”
Bitch that’s fucked up, you’re pathetic, you could be a class A medic
Super hero in your own right, stead you gonna let this broken bastard denigrate you all night?

I've been
doing everything that I can to grow
Believe the hardest thing I ever tried to do was let go
And the person who I really want to be
Who I'm gonna be

I'm not letting you fade away-
I'm betting you're strong enough.
You were the first one to inspire me,
I love the crazy that you're made of.

My life got
visceral,
hungry,
this is all I can do keep thinking
medicinal direction in the form of news-
seems fictional
breath on the edge of my lungs
take respitrol

This Caravan
of slow moving vans is
really getting out of hand
The drivers, being only man,
each surely does the best he can
but

I felt a shift- as if my mortal chest
had emptied but for bold, if quaking, heart
an emptiness as vast as ever was
where all was all and yet a single part

Who's this girl your dreams chase after?
Who's this vision in my head?
She's a mess of TV static-
Shines like gold and sinks like lead.
Sometimes she's so sweet and loving,

Today I counted, on a whim,
the ways the sun came slinking in:
across the dusty ancient floors
it crept and slipped under the doors and
in the cracks it sat and slept the day away
disturbing nests of birds and bugs who'd made their homes

I am rising, filling up
and shrinking, wasting down
I feel my bones begin to crack
my flesh becomes a tattered map
each piece as big as continents
I fold into a ring.

Childish thrones and childish thorns and I
,a child myself,
affected by your modest offerings
placed your beauty on a shelf too high for me
for I, so little,

I ache for the ocean
For uplifting waves
For sun that caresses the sand into haze
I float on a surfboard
Of winter’s eve dreams

Whisper windows to the walls,
Whisper height to fallen seed,
Whisper rain to heavy clouds,
Havest thou no word for me?