One year of vomit
passed along as writing, and
I'm none the wiser.

Growing Up/Coming Down

The infrastructure
was built so the bottom could take
over when needed.

i woke up confused
and angry at the wrong one.
come, buddha nature.

When did Xmas go
from excitement to, "How will
I tolerate this?"

"happy holidays!
thank you for calling the shack,
how may I help you?"

All that you give me
weighs more than what I can give
except for my heart.

it's a brand new day
the sun is shining. i've been
waiting a long time.

For once, maybe home
will bring me the comfort I
need because of me.

waiting patiently
for the world to end. doesn't.
still waiting. breathing.

people, all the same.
they seem to want the same things.
won't get it from me.

Tell me the story
in such a way that I can
believe I'm with you.

Alone, amidst the
destruction outside is a
loyal warm center.

"What we've got here is failure to communicate..."

"You won't do that." I
can't do that. Concerns frighten.
Why do I exist?

One step forward shakes
the ground beneath me, the world's
gonna feel a quake.

Voyeuristic minds
want to know what is really
behind clouded words.

accupressure points
don't exist for heartache, but
at least my head's fine.

I, disqualified.
Bullets in foot don't stop me.
Down is the new up.

Peter, there is no dignity.

they never tell you,
in crucifixion and child
birth, you shit yourself.

what we had was one
of a kind. i can't help if
that kind was common.

i am your haiku
i went to the loo, and sat
by alice walker.

Crucify all you
want from me, at least let me
keep my dignity.

my custom hell has
jose feliciano;
premium headphones.

The trouble isn't
fixing it but where to place
the repaired statue.