I am Siberia
You are the sun

I am the musty smell
Lingering in your favorite

Book. I am the
Missing pages you want

To read, but are
Nowhere to be found

I am road work delay just
Before you reach the open

Road. I am a dream you
You want to remember for the

Rest of your life, and forget
As soon as you open your

Eyes. I am the empty
Gun chamber suicide attempt

You are Hitler, i am
The Jewess you could

Not love. I am your
Art rejected, but art nonetheless

The phone call you’ve
been waiting for all night

The phone call that finally
Comes in a drop zone

Your favorite song
Fading into static

Last call when you really
Don’t want the night to end

I am your last call










#copyrighted 2009

They're celebrating in China, and
We're masturbating in our loneliness

I wanted this vodka
To make me beautiful enough

To fuck. I wanted this bottle
To break my heart, but

The sun sneaks through
The slats of bamboo shades, and

Through the slits of
Swollen eyes


I should have
Followed through

Pinnochio Pt. II





Dandelion faerie
Float into a summer
Swollen Skyline, and

I love like lucifer
Cry like Jesus

My heart is something
You only hold for a moment
Like a hand grenade

My words are misfits
To making sense

I smile even when
I am sad, pirouette, try
In vain to shake the strings

With cranberry stained lips
I wondered what you tasted like

On the inside


Of a mouth that mimes nothing. A
Song in the foreground of your

Battleground

Autumn flashes like hope in the
Pan of a prospector

Of love.

Highway after highway
Rolls down this car
Window slides slowly
Like my hand to yours

At just the right moment
Of the right song, and
Stars are coursing through
The veins of the moon

And soon this moment
Will be caught up in
The momentum of a
Waning night; waxing

Morning. Wine stained
Lips will be washed and
Words will be watched
We'll no longer be brave

Black and white
Checkered dreams


I try to stay awake
Stave off the sleep, and

This wine that rots
My teeth, blots at


My blood like a
Bandage in reverse

And i know somewhere
You're cursing me

Just like i'm cursing
You. Appendages flailing

Failing to find what
They need in the dark

You and i both need
Each other like a bullet

Needs flesh to fulfill
Its glistening destiny

Like an end to an
Evening turned night

Like a night where
Nothings been right


And all we need
Is a couple bucks

A corkscrew and a bed
A half drunk fuck

And a couple hours
To feel; to forget.

Highway after highway
Rolls down this car
Window slides slowly
Like my hand to yours

At just the right moment
Of the right song, and
Stars are coursing through
The veins of the moon

And soon this moment
Will be caught up in
The momentum of a
Waning night; waxing

Morning. Wine stained
Lips will be washed and
Words will be watched
We'll no longer be brave

Its just past July, and
Jesus Christ

I am dying just like you

This drink in my hand is draining
Like the blood from your hand, and

I still believe in something, and
Somewhere someone still

Believes in me.