stove with wings

what did you do on thanksgiving?
I saw a viking throw a stove.

sean made it to the porch

tuesday,
who would of thought
that your joy would crush me,
that your company would
revive me
that your cold night would
stay with me in my bones,
well into the next day?

index finger #24

and fuck to you, one who
shouts misgivings in my ears.
i am just trying to make a walk
home from one friends house to mine
more enjoyable than the walk from then to now
i am drunk
why don't you send me to hell for it.

okay okay

oh memory, you dog
let the big dog eat
up anything you invested in,
for staring at a tree means more to you
than the past ever will

okay okay

and fuck to you, tree, one who
stops me dead in my tricks
(my tracks lead nowhere
no reason to cease my steps)
and yet, you cause more
inactions than i ever will

okay okay

this seats not for you

the only mold left
to find a place within,
is that of a man
on bended knees
with eyes unfocussed
upon the subject he never saw
or sees
or ever will,
yet this casting stares
into the abyss of
pure experience.
knowing his attempts
are futile,
fleeting and pointless.

however
haha however,
i chose to fall on
my bruised knees,
and sink into something
more real than the mold
of the cross or the dove
will ever give me.
my pointless poses
are better,
and more guiltless,
than the fake
ones

let the plaster harden
upon all of my
failed attempts.

smile and nod

gain control
this is all one grain of salt
that you would rather not take part
of

let the others check the weight
of their pain, finding reasons why
the battles are necessary to
live

you don't need to run,
you need to enjoy the pleasure
that only this absurd moment demands of
you

so drink your beer
stumble home
call people who
wont answer
and find peace
in how fucking
funny it really is

and don't mind
that you are soaking wet.

bees and wasp

the northwest wishes rhode island the best

i am injured, i am shaking at the knees,
i am dead like the raccoon staring at the ceiling.

when its never the same, then you know
that you can't take any of it back

where is your favor...?

in the mold it lies