Unicorn Trysts

Go Where New Life Awaits You!

I'd jackknife your home
off a cliff in California,
leave your family history at the last hotel
in Nevada.

but your trailer is hard expensive
and hard to steer
smile jerry, you win this round
you win this round


Slumber Party with Hobos

Carpet fire, wood chipper, it don't matter

filthy as rats,
blessed like the prince

the taste for flesh has become too much
for my mind to bear
I've been dirtied with something I can't rinse.

Unicorn Trampolines, with New Names

Flannel jackets line the closets,

I've been planting the seeds again,
listening to the sounds of broken anvils

dropped hard enough, but they'll impact the way

nothing of reason,
mostly the pretense of your discourse
well, the clocks striking twelve again

now I've divorced the thought of
places my heart calls
home,
set the places on fire
and
never to return.

BEARFASSE

I agree with the assessment that your
face needs a shovel
a fucking shovel facelift

And with a voice like daggers
and teeth like...
yeah

you trespass here no more, tonight it ends

Don't hold your breath sitting
and hoping for my letters to arrive
I've burned half
and threw the other half in the sea.

This will only make you stronger.

Sweep Me Off My Feet, Swept Up In The Tides

This is a bunch of stuff I wrote lately. I hope all three of you who read this enjoy.


Moon-Kite

Ah, the streets moan
the incessant bleating of
an impaitent
whore.

I've never accomadted them,
the choice,
I was happy with,
but as such I did suffer some
turmoil.

Piercing through, and
mutiliating
all inside, it takes and rots
never really repaying
instead

a frustrating agent of change.

Shift, for what?
It only slits your throat.
It only robs your right.
You'll die wide-eyed and
furious.

Opaaque

This pack of knives I
procur under my
tongue,
have lost their blood-letting
abilities.

For I've no longer destroyed the hearts of whom I deserve.

Instead now, in my solace I toil. Lacking a pulse.

I strive to feed you
the lies that drown
you,
that let me feel your touch.

Alas, now nothing! A
single
rain drop always lets me know of my curse.

For I'll desire to the ends of the earth
for one more sup.

I will die alone
or
die fuffilled,
I won't die of shame.




Quik Blessing

I've thought and reflected. How for just a moment,
another human
much like me.

Went by in the flash of an eye,

with their own history, stories, triumphs, failures and loves.

And I pray them safe passage.

A Million Lying Plagues

The pavement ocean was signs of thriving.

Here alone, I lived on the edge of the world.

My home, obscured in beautiful foliage,
across from an ocean.

Each day passengers, going to their next destination
in
life.

Silent Streets, The Only Shelter I've Known.

The lakes hold the truth and all it's accord.

Drag them, dismembering
their pale visages.

Reveal then the treasures to us, the knowledge
which for centuries
you have withheld.

You free us from the shackles of a mundane
frantic pace,
run their catching up!
So fast, you need hold your breath.

Tremble don't, no,
it's disadvantegous to.

Keep still, hold your life
close.

Let it not escape your grasp,
pried forth by these thieves.

Canine Dental Arcade

Your sunsets are bleeding
horizons evaporating
Don't let this facade spread across the globe,
Permisvness is not the problem!

Lighten your grip,
the death rattle grasp
has signaled the beginning
of this cremated
procession.

A Outro, The Outro

A set path,
that they have
been led astray.

Im content.

Finally, a whisper to the ocean
and I
exit.

The Summer Symposium

W

we're assaulting your palace
by throwing the shards of
ill-placed glass
an opportunity to strike
is the first sign of
possibility
and
the only step needed
to force your
hand.

Tuxedos and Ash, Highway Misfortune.

He was the biggest, most
accomplished dog.
A prize for his owner!
Oh, how his coat shined,
and he was the strongest
and fastest,
and other dogs fled
and their owners wringed their hands
at this dog.
He jumped, and ran, he cared not.
And his owner was content until
one day
the sun didn't
rise for this dog.
And all his accomplishes were for naught,
and when the owner went to the dog park
he was laughed at,
and pointed at
and forced to leave.
Weirdo.

I Got An Angel in my Blanket?

Trash can living
with mono-syllabic
meanings,
I've grown weary if not
accustomed, disgusted
with this place,
so I'll intrude,
on the rest of the world
and look for my place within it
and chase down the streets
until I see where they really
end.

Quirky-N-Smirky

My footsteps are beating on the pavement
I'm hoping I'm not a
step
too slow.
And behind me I hear them closing in on me
like waves crashing off the shore.
My footsteps beat on the pavement
with the cataclysmic force,
but if they do not
then I will be beaten
So i keep my footsteps beating
because i like the prospect
of feeling your heart beating
for more then just last night.


Vaudeville

You're so afraid!
But we loved it all the same,
and each other
until the ends of the earth
and I'm there, it's
unavoidable.
Pull the rust out of your eyes
and shake the fear
of
your inability to love.

subway trash

Advice from Japan

don't get your fingers smashed when your window of opportunity closes!


Kansas Heat

i've got to find the town mortician, i gotta photograph him on the job.

need to
-catch him in the heat of the moment.
the idea is to
-capture the passion, to ensure its authenticity.



Pelicans and Swans

I haven't done anything but
sit here in this alcove
away from the other
people
and
the stars, and the night sky
or the air, however cool it may be.
no, I'll sit by the fires i create
I'll be miscreant in my nature,
vagabond and rogue in who i choose
to
love.
life is always full of possible destinations
and agendas need to be met.
but for once, let me disappear
i have my entire life to let people down,
tonight I'll be content in dwelling
away from your prying eye
in the depths of the shadows,
subway trash
subway mausoleum.

Plywoodcreek

It's all private
so just let these hands warm you
it's all unspoken
so let's end tonight on the merits
of what our lips
will bring.
Wasted words and bated breath get no where.
Lets be untested in the face of adversity
and triumph in consequence.

The Atlantis Suite, or Alienation Isn't Just A Byproduct of Drug Use

Of Rainy Days, and Troubled Eyes

this prize fighter,
this bull,
a mountain of fury and
passionate unremorseful violence
struck me as ghastly
and cleaned out the last chance I hoped
for and held to
yes, requests for meaning fell
and if I don't feel anything at all,
then what to make of me? Then what to
classify it as? With the whimper
and waning of all history
weighing down my demeanor
is it surprising I clamor for the
warmth and
finality
that sorrow brings?
Push
away these ashes, for I've incinerated
every bridge I've
constructed.


I Love You Negligence!

Speak from the heart
but try
not to let that slit throat be of
too much
burden or
difficulty to you.
Speak up now! Its getting harder to hear
you
through this fog and shadow
the admiration that was bestowed upon
you
for being such a straight spun
weaver of consequence and insight
is now being exposed for what it is
a shield of lies, a sword of misinformation.
Use them! Use them!, The crowd
screamed, hoping that another victim would fall
at your hands, but not this time.
Failure is the only thing you'll taste
on those sweet lips.
Sleep well.

override this function

I found-
I found a heart in the clouds
I found a reason,
I found a reason to get lost with you
I found completion in the caspian sea
or
shipwreck found me
yeah, a shipwreck on the tip of my tongue
please forgive these sunsets,
and help stop the
bleeding.

weak-acid

it resonates off my heart like
a
highschool funeral.

you'll miss me the most on those days
those 4pm phone calls to re-assure yourself
yeah, you'll miss me the most on those days
where the only constant is rain and heartache
yeah, you'll miss me the most
while you write on your
windowpanes
yeah, you'll miss me the most on those days
of this im certain
I grasp this thought and pray
my heart isn't full of lies.

It's Typical Nolan Ryan

I'm somewhere far from
home
in a field full of the dead
and the wrathful sun above
is bleaching everything with it's toxic white glare
including and not limited to
the gaping hole in my
chest,
where it seems all my honor and
decency had slowly seeped out
a mortal wound
for a mere mortal,
losing precious seconds
dead,
in a field northwest of my home.

Shed Your Failing Heart

Im an Olympic caliber scam artist
with a penchant for choking too
i can lie my way out of anything including your
love
promise this
promise when i scream
that youll fill the night sky with the blood from my heart
you'll prove that it existed
you'll prove that

albatross

Springs Broken

You said "Im ready to go",
and without a scream, I relented
but then changed the course of my discontent
You might be ready to go,
but none of us are ready to give you up.
And for that reason alone, can't we hope for the best?
To watch you rise with such grace and fill our hearts
for you to exit our lives in this our finest hour
is just too cruel, it just isn't ideal.
Gone too soon, but not soon forgotten.