Leather skins,
weathers growing warmer
water splashing on the tin shins
well into the winter,

I want to walk down to the laundry mat
and put my whole self in,
load my quarters up, pat my pockets down,
and let myself spin and spin.

Insatiable insanity
it crawls into his skin and makes him
thrash and shake and shout
like "magic fingers" for society

I took four grams of truth and I came up
to peak where I threw all the names up
that I'd worn through the years and they glittered like gems

Pretty little kitty cat gave my nose a bitty bat,
pretty dang bold 'cause I'm bigger than a pack a' rats.

Blood-bound brother senses wonder
Hidden in another's womb
Bitter ice inside my heart would make her flesh into a tomb
But if my curse is less than certain

All I ever wanted was the feeling I was good enough
How is it I keep chasing dragons that I've never even touched?

I planted seeds but nothings growing,
racked my brain but nothings showing up
I try to play creator,
what I makes not worth the paper

My mind was an unkempt garden
Friend, you helped me pull the weeds
Your wisdom is a hidden temple
Where I can rest in quiet peace

I want to carve the pieces out you've scarred into my life
But if I take my blade up then I'll be left scarred, but twice
I want to scour the things you think, the way you act, and how you look
To find the peace I had before the liberties you took

No one gives a fuck about poetry
You can't eat it, or wear it, it ain't worth a dime
And that's true despite how meticulously
You craft every syllable into its line

Yeah I wanna be your muse-
What girl wouldn't?
When you play like a God
While you pray like a Sycophant

I'm consistently so cold that I can
feel it in my teeth,
I just slept for 15 hours but
I want to go back to sleep,

They sanitized my brain and left me permanently sober
I used to be a veritable miracle of faith
They stuffed it full of hormones and then rinsed it out with bleach
So no more phone lines straight to God
And no more bleeding ink.

Shove off from shore, the whispering wake of
slipshod ships will martyrs make of
wily women with tortured tongues and
broken backs as they escape

Were that I could curl against
that tipping point
an' place my breast
my sternum rent against its edge
press down where guilty muscle's spent

Romeo, Romeo, step back Romeo
Lets have a chat about the nightcap sitting on the
back of your girlfriend’s nightstand Romeo
Rosalind was never gonna ask you to dance
Not a chance

Bittersweet how sweet and bitter
love can be when pretense withers
tender - like the underbelly
not like fruit that's heavy, ready,
freshly plucked your heart will seem

I have an itch so deep inside I'd need a knife to scratch
It's settled in my gut, my wrists, my throat, my heart, my back
I try hard to ignore it, as it's worse the more I think
Try to divert myself with friends and food and work and ink.

Wear your Whimsy!
Don Quixotic
Stitch mirth into timeless garments
Save time with a twitch, a tesser
Fold up like a two toned jester
Handle heartache -bezier
Take ahold and twist away!