one day i'll learn the truth of existence.

when i do, i'll keep it to myself

because the more you know, the less i matter.

have i been off at sea so long

that shores are all but forgotten?

no port or dock to bid me respite.

that slight sinking sensation

in the cradle of my chest,

telling me which way is up

the friar looked to the fruits of his interference :

two dead teens, an empty vial, and a knife.

woe to he who meddles in love, woe to us all.

i was riding a horse, when it started urinating.

so, i decided to get on another,

changing horses midstream.

thanksgiving reminds us of gifts the pilgrims and natives shared.

'thanks for your agricultural knowledge,

here are some blankets ::cough::'

if i'm not successful

in seventy years

i might start to think about giving up.

i broke your necks and took your feathers.

your freedom, now mine, attached with wax.

the sacrifice of seabirds.

the apple doesn't fall far from the tree,

but it still falls,

and the ground is hard.

its hard to watch a naive person

try to debate a real life issue.

baby puts nobody in the corner.

i can feel the tightness in my chest,

labored breathing,

unwilling to exhale.

i'm at a crossroads in a strange land,

to my left there is desert,

to my right, only sand.

assassins lost in space,

stabbing at each other,

both air tanks punctured.

i locked my door,

turning fifty different keys,

then i heard a knock outside.

i was the matador, you were seeing red.

no matter how gracefully i parried you,

i was still surrounded by bullshit.

where can i go,

where the waves

meet the break?

silence echoing though

the cavern of my head,

shhh, do you hear that?

tie me to the mast,

and fill your weary ears with wax,

this song is meant for me to hear.

i share the air with shifting shadows,

pacing away from the basest of shades,

as strange faces change places.

no verdict would come today,

it was a hung jury.

12 angry gallows.

how many bridges

must one man burn,

before his hands are warmed?

i used to skip rocks in a pond,

the water would ripple as they skimmed,

sinking to the bottom, just a stone's throw away.

traveling the desert, a mirage catches my eye.

i'd rather fill my throat with sand,

than know that water is a lie.

women seem to think the assholes of the world

have more sexual prowess and ability.

don't they know, 'nice guys finish last?'

the gods gifted us such amazing beauty.

in the heart of africa, hope is restored.

a coke bottle shimmers in the sun.

remember, remember

the 5th of jack

that made you forget.

my childhood memories

consist of a montage

of ninja turtles episodes

it's funny how life sneaks up on you.

it creeps, silently behind you,

and kills you.

if at first you don't succeed, try, try again.

unless what you didn't succeed at was suicide,

then, for the love of god, be content as a failure.

we didn't start the fire,

it was always burning.

we just added fuel.