I can get there on my own
You can leave me here alone
I'm just tryin' to do what's right
Oh, a man ain't a man unless he's fought the fight
I could never point you out
Waste of space in a faceless crowd
Tell me what I have to say
If you know what's right then you'll walk away.

please don't forget me when you stare into her beautiful green eyes.

and please don't forget me when i'm asleep in the car alone at two am.

don't forget me when you are holding the door for her. please don't 

forget me at the Hollywood sign. and please don't forget me at my 

doctor's appointment. please don't forget me when i die. please.

the if poem

if i could climb on rain drops and swim to your soul. 
if i could ride on the back of a beautiful swan. 
if i could dance till my socks turn fancy. 
if i could meet you at the disco on Thursday Night. 
if i could make it to my own funeral. 
if i could do my math homework right. 
if i could consume peaches each day.
if i could drive around the world in one minute.
if i could touch the clouds past the wolf moon.
if i could love you just one more time.
if could go back in time.
if i could eat words and i could drink music.
one day.

gloomy smiles.

days like today make me smile.
the way the sky looks, as mean
as the black sea but with no rain
to come. the temperature is just
right. crisp. the smell, brings me back
to a certain hike and a certain
person. days like today make
me smile. i can't explain
the madness that runs through
these veins. i can't explain
why i enjoy the dark, gloomy
days. just know today i smiled.
my teeth were showing. and i wish
for the rest of the week to be gloomy.

warrior of the cage
i feel like a slave
stuck in my cage.
all i'm doing is
searching. high
and low. all i'm
doing is searching.
searching for the
right me and
searching
for the
right
you.

cocaine looking face.
nose jobs, blow jobs. no job.
mandi is her name, and this
is her game. she doesn't have
a place she calls home. nor
does she own a car. her life
depends on sex money and
the Mexican drugs.
her baby has been taken from
her by the state and her bank
account is at a zero balance.
her eyes speak the harsh truth,
and so does her face. but don't
listen to a word she says. she
will say anything just for one
more hit. so my advice here,
is to just sit back and
observe,

 today.

Gloomy days between my toes.
Two hoop rings in my nose.
left side everything.
Dinner looks like orzo and beer.
I hope you are near. Near like the
sweater I am wearing right now.
Far like Alaska and the Florida wind.
I just met a Tim. 

create a refresh button for us humans.

some days i just want to restart
sometimes i just want to go back
to sleep. sometimes i just want
to see how you will be when i
am near. sometimes i just want
to read all the books in the whole
wide world. sometimes i just
want to eat all the kiwis i can
land my eyes on. some days i just
want to take my human brain
right out of this head. some days
i want to remove my personality
and place it in a blender, along with
your mother's laughter and my
aunt's perfume. some days i just
want to bust into one million
pieces to see how it feels to
float across the dead sky. and
sometimes i don't want to wash
the dishes so i pretend the
old ghost will help me. and
most of the days i never pick
up my mail. certain days,
especially Tuesdays, i just want
a restart.

question like why under the moon's sky.

across the sea, we make eye contact
immediately i can tell, i am in love
with you. immediately i can see 
this will be something good. i know
what it is when i can feel it
and i know how to handle this.
one year will past and you will
stumble upon my notes. 
there will be advice and there
will be love. a lot of hate
and some mean words. the moral
of the story is just stay inside.
don't let your kids out, or 
weirdos like me will stare at them.
we won't do anything harmful
to them. we will just watch,
we will just study. we like
to see the difference between
you and us. we like to 
try and reach the world's limits
with the question why.

take this advice.

don't fall in love with a girl that already has a lover.

she will say things she doesn't mean. and you will
fall under the sea's stars for her.

it will all be a bunch of lies and no one will
ever know why.

poem
i just want to feel normal here.
i just want to fit in.
i know my hair is a mess,
my mind is there as well.
i know my words don't make
sense and i know i mumble
a lot. my heart is full of gold
and sunshine. my thoughts are
tangled, like one hundred octopus tentacles. 
but you sure can find me dancing alone,
to some Devendra, wearing only a smile.

yesterday's poem.

you’ll find me roaming the woods alone on this mysterious Monday.

Little garden gnomes. Green and cute.

Creatures that smile, as they hug the Earth for miles.

Creepy, crawly, crooked smiles.

leave only your footsteps in my mysterious Monday woods.

purple turtles and dead trees

Branches that are 103.

Years, months, miles.

Time will fly while you

Sit and watch. So don’t

Hesitate, as for you

are always late. Late

For my life, late for my

Accomplishments.

Late for this love.

You are too late.

my queen, she is so.
no in between.
just the two of us.

i think i won

cinnamon me and new york you
i adore you. don't take that the
wrong way. you know who you
are. moss grows between our toes
i know the wait is like centuries
just don't hate. this is me and that
is you. thanks for caring. let's
rock and you roll, teach me how.
please.

a king of a poem.

glass eyes remind me of pirates and
yellow reminds me of you.
the bug is on the window,
look at the morning dew.
and my to do list is longer than Monday's.
don't waste a moment of time,
it is so precious. just as a dime
just as a lime, and a lemon that
is sour. my lips will pucker, please
give me one last kiss and don't
let go. remember that this is
real. i am human. don't get mad
at me. i can't forget everything
anymore.

my daily struggle.

poem.
lame as can be.
the Queen of Keys.
real silver.

after work plans.

You’ll find me roaming the woods alone on this mysterious Monday.

Little garden gnomes. Green and cute.

Creatures that smile, as they hug the Earth’s floor.

Creepy, crawly, crooked smiles. 

Leave only your footsteps in my mysterious Monday woods.

poem.

Knights of Columbus.

Crows that mow.

Golden sea coins liter my wallet.

blunt wrapper trails

after hiking three vigorous miles we ran into a couple of chocolate milk cows.

one just starred and kind of ran away, while the other one stayed to talk.

he gave us some good advice, he was one wise cow. he told us not to stay

around. he told us, get out as fast as you can, for the man will take it all away.

for the man will ruin everything. so lay low and only greet him with your

left side. don't let crying babies fool you, and don't let pretty ladies lie to you.

lock your door with two keys and never let bees in. the dryer will stop at

ten, the same time your mail will be delivered. Count four sheep before bed.

i don't want to be married

find time to unwind and 
find time for me and you.
find time for all of this.
and then give me a call
back, and then ask me
to be your girlfriend.

i don't have to lie

poems that read your mind
and men that make you feel great.
you are one of a kind and i enjoy
that. find me on the creepy side
of town, alone. i don't want
to be around a lot of others.
always find me alone.

finally finished my laundry

the laundry is done
the zombies are sleeping.
the flowers are pressed.
the coffee is ready for brewing.
the floor is swept.
the tub is clean.
the cats to sleep.
the laundry is done.

fuck math homework

ryan told me to write so here i am.
even though my math homework is
due in less than 24 hours.
fuck school anyways.
right?

the dead forest queen

so while you sing your happy songs of love
find me dead in the sad cold woods.
my body will be floating above all the dead
thoughts, above all the dead ideas of you
and me. my body will be dressed in 
all black. like the color of my soul and the
color of your eyes. time to say goodbye.

i know i am a creep

some days i wake up and dream to be a taxidermist.
the animal isn't dead, just because the soul that us 
humans can see is gone. that does not mean a thing.
i think they deserve a second chance and i think 
it would be a beautiful thing to see your childhood
dog, just sitting in your living room. for the rest
of forever. my thoughts go to strange places, 
and this is an example.

poem

one day you will see this and smile.
and one day we will make forever love
and one day you will take me to that 
bench in the pale moon park.
and one day you can show me how you 
really feel. and one day you can show 
me how to give you love.
and one day you can take my soul
and you can lead the way.
one day.

dead flower art

dead flowers surround my human body right now and i enjoy this.
and i enjoy walking in the cemetery alone at night
and i enjoy the look of your sad, sad eyes.
and i enjoy the blood all over the floor.
and i enjoy the color of your soul.
and i enjoy the way your nose is not straight,
and i enjoy the rose you gave me three Sundays ago.

but i want hotel love

waiting on love to last.

waiting on that type of

love that will just know 

how, when i don't.

waiting on love that will

take me to the moon 

on sad, rainy Earth days.

waiting on love that will

teach me how to salsa.

waiting on the love that 

will be true.

waiting on the love that

is real.

waiting on the love that

is right in front of my 

face.

the night will die down,
the gay boy will drown.
the tub is over flowing.
my mind is blowing,
blowing into 1000 pieces
from knowledge.
from evil lessons learned.
fire will burn, till the end
of time.

the sun faces north just so-
so get your boots on and let's go.

real life fog.

i wish for lazy Sunday's and early morning hikes.
clearance yogurt to go please and bring an extra water
one for the bees and one for me.
Devendra's "fancy man" takes over.

rose bush mail

fingers with rings and love with wings.
she will be by the door, surely asking for more.
i saw the note you left on my bed. next time
don't do that or i will be dead.
leave it near the rose bush, the tall one out back.
I check my rose bush mail every three am.

antique items

i haven't smiled in a while so it's cool
watch out for the dog drool all over my antique carpet
the one my great grandmother made back in the age of wheat sewing
and lazy suzannes.
my feet, only my toes, in the pool. my eyes sink to the blue bottom,
while my legs wait for you to carry me far far away.
i already need some more vodka. 
i just ate the last sushi roll,
don't be fooled and don't fall for her.
she as a soul of a demon and 
my great grandmothers antique carpet.

turtle tattoos

friday's great ideas are waiting for me in a pickle jar.
anne's mother is dead, 20 years ago on her homestead
the book i sent you in the mail will have old x's and o's

poem.

churches are burning
men are dying
cats are crying
radios are swimming
knives that are sharp.
here is my life, in my
left hand.

i need to find my ID if i want to go to the brewery this weekend

i lost my ID but i guess that is ok cus i still have a few beers left
hopefully tomorrow will find it and all my troubles will be set free
the fee is outstanding and the river is rising.
my deck is on fire and the railings will give you splinters.
happiness is found between rocks and naps these days.
bury my soul in the deep, dark days of December when
the year is out of control. the ghost of yesterdays past
is at the door looking for my father.
don't forget to worship her till the day she dies.

this one got weird

babies that say hi and dead babies scatter across the sky
the world is ending as I write, the earth is melting.
melting like ice cubes do when it's hot outside.
like when it's hot in my mind. confusing memories
and horrible ideas will erase yesterday's pain.
but today is the day before tomorrow and my rent
is due. so meet me at the zoo for 7 o clock 
snack. i know you have my back, just like 
the blouse I have on . just like my house 
that is red, don't let my fish go to bed. 
listen careful to what I said.

wrong number

the color blue,
the new shoe.
tomato toes.
and shoe laces.
the green tea
brews. tony's
squeaky soles.

itchy.

no name, no shame
rose color glasses slide down her huge nose.
don't worry how the grass grows,
don't worry how the wind blows.
just smile today is a new day.
a fresh start. as fresh a newborn
baby or some lettuce.
the farmer's market is on till
December. my mother is
at the dead disco and my friend
went missing about a week ago.

you & her.

Black giraffes
yellow tears
lite cigarette.

surprise baby shower

silver toes my nose is blue.
my best friend is a Jew.
she has super curly hair.
i love her bare, bare
to the soul. her laugh
makes me smile one million
times around Pluto. she
is pregnant and having a
boy. i hope he gets her
everything and a Thanksgiving
birthday.

my fridge door really just opened by itself though

maroon skies and dead guys
the bathroom sink is ringing
my life is lame, i'm doing 
the same. don't laugh at my 
dog. my ghost friend is 
present, he made it known. 
don't act like this is a joke,

peanut butter porter

drive safe on your way home to your brain.
my road is to the left, don't forget.
toast is at the door, your brothers obit is
on the floor. your eyes are like demons,
my love is pure. rainy stars shoot across
the soccer field. kiss the chocolate
milk cows goodbye and forget
my birthday, it sucks anyways.

new york is super busy for me

just love me even when my ceilings cry
don't get mad, just care. i cry like i'm
three all the time. i'm happy you are here.
don't ever leave me, please.
i promise to be real,
i promise this is me.

tree branches show your true colors

sometimes i wonder if it is better to be dead

my friends don't match my age. 

and my dad is already there.

heaven must be way better than this.

people my type die young some how

and i think that is my future.

i'm not afraid to die. 

just don't kill me in a car, please.

someone do my dishes

tears after 9 pm.

lonely, cow, long car rides home.

upside down stop signs

and warm water. 

liquor store stop and i lost

my license. burritos 

with tofu for midnight dinner.

arms of an ocean

pressure, like the points where the needle hits.
rushing onto me, my body is overwhelmed.
like the ocean is taking over, my brain can't handle.
waves crushing my memories of us and feelings
that used to be. don't give up on me though,
cus you know i'm not giving up, i'm just giving in.
giving in to the arms of the ocean.

talking in third person about me.

darkness before the cold.
don't let me go, i'm getting old.
bones will turn to dust, and
cars will rust. but this love
is stronger than the color
black, and way out of whack.
so if you understand me please
don't leave. if you are confused
do yourself a favor and find
the door. this is a wild torr.

math poems get me a B.

room 219.
she is my Math Queen.
just got a B on her test.
i'm sure not on a quest,
to find math equations.
or even paths, that lead
me back to darkness.
so, therefore, this mini
poem is done.

love?

i will never be one to understand love at first sight,
i will never grasp that idea.
see it is hard for me because i have a heart.
a human heart.
it's hard for me because i fall in love with everyone, 
with everything.
i fall in love with the lady that walks with her
baby on Main St., every day.
and I fall in love with every Monday morning,
over and over again.
i fall so much in love with the way the sun peaks through the clouds, 
just before 5 am Summers.
i fall in love with all the critters outside.
and i fall in love with you again and again every day. 

listen to the music inside.

as the old man sits and plays his harmonica,
i see the notes rise and float to outer space.

bells ring like my alarm.

magic nights like this, purple glasses sparkle.
talk with me, walk with me.
some words were nice, some were raw.
is this real life?

one or two, sir? 

angry poses to Beethoven.
ice in my tea
nickels in my wallet,
and bumble bees in my socks.
dead flowers surround me.
moon shaped love rocks.
walking to the midnight beat,
untied chapters and
high sunflowers.

today's to do list.

rock the earth.
sip your black coffee.
reverse in time.
eat some clementines.
pay $2 for advice
and $70 on milk.
laundry is out to dry,
watch her cry.
burn locations on fire.
bring back your library
books. make this
list once, re read it twice.

how could i not

i've got all this love,
i want to give it to you.
don't worry how far.
i've got all this love,
i want to give it to you.
don't worry how long.
i've got all this love,
i want to give it to you.
don't worry anymore.

lovers right to know

just keep doing what you are good at.
just keep singing that same old song.
just keep smiling that beautiful smile.
just keep living, you are a beautiful soul.
just keep feeling, in your heart,
that i never left.

teacups 4 sale.

water snakes, as high as her thighs.
yellow roses to interstate 91.
radio is blaring, van morrison is singing.
thoughts of you and me linger in my mind,
the thoughts of what could have been.
train rides with old lades, older than fossils.
places just across the table top, top of the line.
american flags cry while my baby leaves.
walks right out the door, no looking back.
upset stomachs and mad moms, tonight
will be a night to remember.

star kisses goodnight

i never want you to forget me.
i know i'm as dark as midnight right now.
i know i'm as unstable as 3 am rain 
but please never leave me,
don't ever let me go.
i need someone to hold my doors and 
i need someone to tell me i'm beautiful
i need someone to tell me i'm real
i need you to touch me and tell me i'm
real. explain all that surrounds me and 
kiss me goodnight.

bridges high.

nickels for a train ride.
babies are crying.
mile davis on the radio
black and white photos.
music that never ends.
many notes, many wishes.
times flies when the piano
is on fire. my mind doesn't
 know what to do with this.
as the night slowly and
awkwardly comes to an end.
i remember one thing,
don't   forget where you came
from. don't forget the name your
mother gave you and don't forget
to water your garden of life.
and sure don't forget your eyes.
as green as they can be.
i love you.

pianos are black

as sweet as Duke Ellington
as biter as winter's night.
bicycles with two wheels will move forward.
life as we speak disappears.
don't try and understand this you will spend years
the ocean is as deep as we make it
and the sound is as rich as golden stars.
tables will turn, spoons will stir
love is in the air and i can feel it,
don't be afraid my dear, as for this is just the start.
your soul will grow deeper and your soul will shine bright.

guitars with signs.

white flowers fog my thoughts.
i see a crow in the distance.
roses with thorns and animals with horns.
saxophones that sing and babies with wings.
fill my cup a few more times.
my mother is at the door
keep a light on for all man kind.
don't let the candle burn out.
out of rhythms.

don't know

blind you. but the love will comfort you
and make you feel as one.
love will come and love will go but my
love for you is as whole as a dozen roses.
and as strange as white lights that
sing to me softly. let me feel you from above.

i was just a kid

shapes that make sense and
colors that don't,
peaches taste delicious in the honey moon sun.
dogs sing and birds are dancing.
the hay will be out tonight,

east side sunrise

phone rings but you're dead.
chicken is out to thaw.
the list is on the table.

lawn needs to be mowed.
bird eggs fill my girl brains.
eat grilled peaches with steak.

black and cold like the night.

sometimes in dreams i can create
myself to be another living creature.
you may think i'm crazy and unwell
but my mind is screwed on tight
and i know what i'm saying.
only when i'm dreaming.
I can transform into a black crow
very mysterious, beautiful.

when i dream i think these thoughts.

i dream of dead pretty girls and their cherry lips.
i dream of a world that loves every human equal.
i dream of flowers dancing in the streets after dusk,
after the vampires disappear.
i dream of never ending love under the gorgeous galaxy.
i dream of full bellies for the children with no food.
i dream of a world with cotton candy clouds and bubble gum mountains.
i dream of whiskey rivers and black birds.
of strawberry sunsets and golden smiles.
i dream of angel kisses and fish eyes.

"The two most important 

days in your life are the 

day you are born and the

 day you find out why."

- Mark Twain

bookmark love.

purple moon galaxies, with a love sea below.
if you are ready to take me don't forget
to meet me on Main St. with a dead rose.
bring all you need, come as you are. 
you will see that this world wasn't made 
for you and me. 

a poem.

show me the real you,
the real human in there.
the real feelings.
raw or not.
show me the real you,
with all the life.
the eyes of death
or the eyes of birth.
show me the real you,
all of it, once.
Now.

...

a man with no history is like a flower with no color,
like a song with no music.

a man with no history is like a grey day with no rain,
like a walk in life alone.

a man with no history is like a book with no words,
like a heart with no meaning.

coffee lawn chairs.

there's a lawn chair in my living room

there's a lady sitting in it

shes finishing her coffee and singing the blues

there's an elephant in my bathroom

and hes doing the laundry and reading the news.

don't mind me drunk and barley awake at 

615 in the morning. coffee lawn chairs.

blue wolf moon.

she is the moon: only shines bright in darkness.
she is the sun: as hot as Blue July.
don't forget to bury my bones in the dust of tomorrow.
and don't forget to say goodbye.
hold my hand tight and never let me go,
please.

tiny.

i want to take you 
and i want to hide 
you inside my locket.
i want you next to me 
with me all the time.
i want to take you 
to the sea. i want 
to let you see a bee.
i want to kiss you
on your knee. i want
to be your lover.

beautiful July Lady.

banjos whistle my favorite tune as July rolls through.
I watch a pretty lady walk away.
you can take all my money,
you can take my soul,
just don't take the sight of her beauty away.
my teeth will bleed and my eyes will cry if you take her.
dinners at the table, and the door is unlocked.
the pretty lady has eyes that tell many stories.
and she has a golden lock.
inside the golden lock is where she hides all the secrets
of yesterday and all your horrors of last night.
So please, don't forget to blow the candle out and
leave my sweet July lady alone.

warm tonight.

photographs of old you and me.
fingerprints of ring fingers
and rings of bleeding hearts.
memories with smiles and long
lost words. thoughts that will
disappear in my mind because
you left. left right out the
blue door. the blue news, of
love.