quills (volumes reprocussions)

i dont want to take from your mouth

or tape you under covers.

and the way you carry your dress

is like you never been torched.

lolizuiz

One day youll have kids
who will have kids
who
have kids
who have kids who have kids
who will be making pizza alone in the kitchen at 3am
and wonder what the hell
thier grandparent was like.

Machine Gun Transfer

Lets reward you for your romance during the war.

You would of made your queen proud.

The bee-bopping of the jazz musicians on the street
lingered like a cloud over the city
every day
-every breath
-every hour
-every thought.
-every cloud.

It was gone, all of it. The honeymoon still existed, but the passion was pale.

quills vol 1

Not hearing it.

Sick of hearing it.

Sick of it.

You're not lonely. You think you're lonely.

And i'm tired of all of you complaining about being lonely.

You just think it.

Lonely isn't you.

Lonely isnt what you feel.

Miss a chance at your princess?

Knowing you'll just see her the next day, or sometime in the next week?

Not lonely.

Riding along the streets, alone.

st 3 am?

Lonely.

The same streets that pulse all day long.

Empty. Yours.
Thats lonely.

but you dont understand

Here's another boring prose/poem thing that i wrote in my down time... i have alot of down time. is it supposed to make sense? yes! will anyone ever grasp the symbolism or meaning ?

Probably not!

Goodnight to you, and sleep tight Panama.


Ode To You Angelina.

you are a lover.


and i shall deadlock you.

if you come with me to outer space

itll leave your landlocked blues behind

and it doesnt matter if you dont beleive it.

just take the time, to sit and think things through.

you'll know what to do

and i dont care as long as much as you scatter through my brain

space space space space s pace s p ace s p a ce s p a c e s p a c e s xxxxxxx

promise though, that if you ever decide to discard me

atleast give me the honor of seeing you off


would a kiss kill

that much?

TEH BUZZZS

Darling, why'd you do that?

You just cut off the only cute part of your face!


BLEH

I fell down your street yesterday night.

quips

Jessie,

What does death feel like?

Love,

Grace.

Nice.

Justin lived in upstate New York. He rode horses. He could, because he lived in upstate New York.


Ithaca, motherfucker.


Vague

They only seem like thousands because there are so few, but since their are so few, the seem like thousands.

Sheet Metal

Telekinesis, Cross Country.

I want to know what
summer nights feel like
sitting on hills drenched in green
dont the stars look a little bit brighter?

I want to know what wetlands
are in orlando
fast paced nights commitments and ventures
city life being swallowed up by the weekend


Practice

The closet thing to her was a pinniped

I looked at the old man
blue shirt clammy hands

drenched in the smell of burned cigerattes.
they thought hed never see his grandkids

They're 20 now.

Coolidge

I powdered my nose
with all the wirings of telephone poles

My feet caked in dirt
was a retracing of my life

same dirty feet stand in america

stand in the deepest part of the yucatan too.

Sauna

Im at a point where air and earth meet
i can inch closer to the roaring sea
or i have the sky being torn apart above me to look forward to.
i'd rather be more wrong then right.

Renovate

Last night i gutted any doubt that remained
any reasonable man can attest to my plight
when i closed my eyes, all i see was was black.
fell out of my body
i had slipped into nothingness.
shame.

Untitled

Do you want to love me?
I left the money on the counter
Ill be at Jacks.
If you do infact care.

The Sound of Boiling Crack

SS. Maria Fernando

Oh, silk screen goddess.
i love the way your ribs
stick out of your vessell.

we pounce on each other
gnash our teeth
and gnaw at souls
and scare the shit out of purveyors of humanity.

and hes down
hes out
fucked up-
fucked up- in sight
fucked up- in smell
fucked up- in is that fucking stars?
or the lights of this shitty bar
i just got wasted at?

i think the closest thing
ive got closest to sharing myself with lately
are floors.

she touched my face

How come your constellations look like Bulls?


One was created ugly, one beautiful, they gain more experience that way.

And my constellations?

Well you're the one,

whom every night

has a lone horn blowing, off in the distance.

When you walk throughout your house, because you cannot sleep.

And you hear the horn in the distance, interrupting the gentle night that was slowly falling.

It's you. And you wonder whom it is

in charge of disturbing the night.

And you wonder.