When  the bathtub drains
Does the plug feel abandoned
All alone in the tub?
Water gurgling glub glub glub

I've never been in love
With a lady who wants
Flowers, or poems or songs.

I've only ever loved
Ladies who didn't want to love


Hand me that whiskey,
I'll go and join the plug
Glub glub glub.

Wear Your Big Head Phones

When everything is crumbling around me
When my life is dying on the tree,
And my friends are all off in the woods
Hand in hand with the mates they've found,

I'll be on my floor, with my big head phones,
Old Records and a glass of whiskey
Thank you Henry Mancini for everything,
I've got your love letters, tucked under my arm,

I don't need to read them anymore,
because the songs are drowning out,
Everything i ever felt, and the whiskey,
Is shutting my eyelids a little bit lower,

And the smile is coming on brighter,
Just to edge out the frown.
Nothing can ever go wrong,
When you've got your big Head phones on

There's A Sand Dune Crying Somewhere

If I am made of a million pieces,
Why did they ever vote to become this
Grotesque shape of hair and phlegmatic coughs
Cigarette wheezes and bile spouts

Oh come rain fire down on me Heaven
Let me know you're there,
I'll be fine if you close the gates

I've never gotten anywhere on time.
And I never will,
Someday in the ancient past an old woman
Cursed me and my reincarnations
to never get where we're going

I'll die on this wheel until it is broken
Spinning forever in my karma grave.
Someday I'll become something that cannot die.

A sand dune in the desert of humanity.

What did we learn out here
Out here in the dark
With the dust falling
On our shoulders

What did we pick up
From the ground
Cracked and ruined

I'm ready for some water
I'm ready for this winter
To bury me in snow

Up to my hips,
Up to my lips.
I'm ready to go.

100009

Of course of course of course of course,
I knew this might happen.

I'm jealous already, and we haven't even started.
I'm jealous of the man behind you in the green coat,

and you and I have barely touched hands,
Haven't even looked each other in the eyes yet.

How can I be so jealous when you aren't mine
Anyway I wouldn't want you to be.

I'm so tired of my jealousy,
It rips my insides out.

Stomach bile dripping down my pelvis.

What a lovely little petticoat you wear.
And I rather like what you've done with your hair.

Your teeth are so sparkling white.
If I ask, do you think tonight?

Well it isn't that special of a thing to ask a girl dancing and the moon isn't right and the stars aren't aligned but heaven knows those things are just a waste of our time an excuse to dill dally and force ourselves to wait for a moment that never comes like the trains out on the plain whistling to each other in the distance, the great prairie whales, so I'll take the bus, and try not to make such a fuss over lace and enamel and ribbons tied tight,

I dreamt I was a cyborg built by the military to kill. But I didn't want to kill so much anymore and I took off my machine parts and died.

I dreamt I was a samurai and had to bury my lords head in a bamboo forest and I had to cut the bamboo with every step, but then their hearts began to be made of iron and it notched my blade, and the deeper I went into the forest the more I had to cut, and then finally I laid down because I had an arrow in my stomach and I became a grove of bamboo with iron in my center.

I read this in a book in a dream I thought it was clever...but it really isn't

"Our Apocalypse won't be caused by nuclear arms or outer space comets, or pollution or extinction or any of the thousands of daggers we have placed over our heads. Our apocalypse will be caused by overpopulation, but we won't run out of resources or food or water or minerals or glass or steel. No, the clever little trap that God lay before us was free will, which makes us unique. But when the world is full of every choice, and everyone else has made all the choices laid out before you, why should you choose? What do you choose? How can you choose? We our bound to our free will and in its denial we will surely perish from the earth. We can only survive by looking beyond choice, to the next freedom."

-Hakim  Manzceti

A tower of thundering phrases
collection bins and bottle caps

Twisted hunks of screeching metal
Frozen and rusting on the sun bleached plain

Dirt bleached white, like snow
A great scar on the earth.

This is what I am becoming.
To the thousand huddled masses.

I'll tell a thousand lies and words,
careful and true sound and solid,
but always full of this decay.

We're all full of this decay.

Cruel so cruel.
When I die I want to yell.

I want to die yelling.
Screaming.

But isn't that the way we all should go?
Fucking and dying and ripping at each other.

I want to die screaming at my life.
But isn't that the way we all should go?

Apathetic At Three AM

Oh we're all so meaningless,
And so very very fragile.

I wish my lungs drew lead,
Instead of breath and then,

Maybe once in a great great while

I would feel accomplished and whole,

Instead of weak and weary,
And sick and domestic and tired
And smelling of petroleum and oil slicks

I am a baby seal. Gentle on the shore.
I am a tortoise shell on the ocean floor.

I am old and used and empty now.
But who cares about my wrinkles and farts.


Because we all die alone.

Ha Ha
A happy star and a brightened saucer
Lay glued to the table
where I left them in a fit of unfaithfulness.

But alas alas I have abandoned my duty,
to these things I have yet to make.
I have abandoned my Noblesse Oblige.

This One's About Peanut Butter.

I can't even talk about this in public.
Even this is too public.

No one will ever read this,
But I just have to say it out loud,

I'm not in love with you anymore.
You can't control me, with your lies.

I'm my own man now,
And not even your sweet slightly,
Earthy scent can pull me back in.

Peanut Butter.