state of the arts / kyapi, now on itunes, check him out.

guy selling cd's
at my store, and later, hers.
self-promoting sigh.

Rock bottom: Watching
X-Files, thought, "5 syllables!
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves!"

a suicide pact
is what we discussed tonight
it made us both laugh

hypothetical
scenarios don't exist.
now, what do you do?

my jaw takes painful
time to open. open, close.
widening gyre.

Inside my box, I'll
hide until someone asks what
do they want from me.

everything today
was in slo-mo, except the
part where i blew chunks.

she wants something from
my words. something about her.
something outside me.

Wrote a letter for
you, sealed in a silver lined
envelope. Sorry.

he went there alone.
but attracted attention.
now he has the clap.

The second coming
didn't come, yet the masses
have a new martyr.

says, "have a good one."
bad ones make the best stories.
average ones blow chunks.

snakes in the morning,
spiders at night. heat between.
nature's for suckers.

Unhealed scars, ink blot
limbs. Let my body tell the
story I won't tell.

what you DONT see is
me. sometimes i seem spooky...
i feel like a ghost.

Keep doing what you're
doing, and you will get the
me that you deserve.

i let myself talk
about the future like
i believe in it.

$2500 for a root canal?

"we can fix your mouth.
we have the technology."
"go on and pull it."

i know that God made
me an atheist. please don't
question His judgment.

Only fitting that
the center of attention
seeks the opposite.

douche

you're practically
married to my fist. don't make
this any harder.

If your hand bores you,
then your imagination
isn't good enough.

Callus on bare feet
prove the validity of
the Floridian.

mediocre stars
burning dimly, rocking soft.
please learn from shatner.

it's hard to express
doubts, or anything really,
at times like these, love.

Uneasy Ads

twilight zone ain't got
nothing on the Burger King's
kid. apple fries, too.

"Or if you want to
strike me down in anger, here
I am. I'm your man."

--Leonard Cohen

To keep fighting it
would strip my right to say there's
nothing left to lose.

The Status Quo Defines Sanity.

over the next ridge
lies immortality and
the rest of our days.

between here and there
are the measures to claim us
monsters or madmen.

there are days i'd like
to be a monster, but if
this is sanity...

nothing going on
makes you wonder exactly
what it is you do.

Every ounce of
security is gone with
each second I waste.

Night brings modern guilt,
get yourself together, man.
Some days show the truth.

between empty minds,
empty hearts, empty pockets.
life is strangely full.

you are on my fridge
mocking me in your panties
wringing out my heart

Criticism can't
be taken seriously
from guy who liked Signs.

serenity/courage/wisdom

true wisdom knows that
just because you can change it,
doesn't mean you should.

go on...

too many people
hurting me, not being hurt
only one is left

A healthy union
maintains the balance of the
pair's independence.

independence

"anything you can
do, we can do better. and
by ourselves. thanks. bye."

care package coming.
i don't know how much i can
help when i'm broken.

Preparations made,
almost ready...the knife brings
blood in the kitchen.

simple solitude.
life's greatest gift. to watch this
alone, from afar.

Rainbows raping rain
refuse refuge to wrecked soul
wringing her along.

i'll pretend to care.
you pretend to know what love
is. we'll be just fine.

annoyed is an emotion, right?

she's mad cause i'm not
emotionally involved.
time's enough for now.

Inside Out Socks

I'll wear my red shoes,
don't care what anyone thinks,
take it or leave it.

these are the nights

new girlfriend looking
through old yearbook. donavon
on the speaker set.

her kiss

it tastes like sugar;
sweet and sticky candy lips.
soft pink. on my mind.

melancholy suits
me the same way armani
suits magazine men.

I think I've heard this one before.

Always sidestepping.
They can't/won't see, but ok.
I'm not really here.

setting the system,
making it easier to
fall and to fall hard.

Nobody told me.
Now that I know better I
wish I didn't know.

your ghost creeps quiet.
up and down the hall, moving
things to remind me.

it's a metaphor for relationships

hooray for fight club.
it becomes the reason you
cut your hair, trim nails.

yes, those were the nights.
i don't remember the days.
you shouldn't either.

there ain't no party
like my martini party.
hey. ho...hey. ho. word.

For George

Cocksucker, shit, piss,
fuck, tits, motherfucker, cunt.
Rest in peace, good sir.

little words of great
import. to some, not to all.
not to me, tonight.

the child in me likes
albums named after colors.
crayola music.

Been getting my act
together for many years.
Really? Is this it?

I earn one gray hair
for each time my Itunes plays
Phil Collins b-sides.

you can rely on your old man's money

It is never wrong
to take what is given you.
Deserve it though, please.

The fragile freaks
stake their claims to each other.
Handle me with care.

i don't miss her so
much i couldn't go one more
day without her here.

they set it up so
you fail, so they win, so you
do it all again.

For all the things I
think are against me, she sees
through it all and loves.

For Crystal, the bedrock all my relationships are built on.

the middle of my
geological strata:
an era all yours.

Lionel Richie
lied to me. Sunday mornings
are never easy.

can't login, can't post.
too busy purging illness
with strong alcohol.

Ten sad voices all
evoking Ian Curtis's
ghost without the grace.

love advice pt 4

dont bother. what? that
isnt a haiku, you say?
refrigerator.

i missed thursday's post
the way i missed thursday. the
way the norse miss thor.

love advice pt 3

the male g-spot:
you will not need a map. but
you will need some gloves.

Always waiting for
plans, I've no surprises, no
spontaneity.

"From year to year until I saw thy face"

Elizabeth, I
understand you understand
my girl's heart. Please share?

Tuesday, Wednesday, they
all start to blur together
for the daysleepers.

dakota fanning
and micky rooney. creepy
combo for the win.

metric, that is.

love obsessed culture
producing sandra bullock
films by the shit ton.

scooters; vacations.
fall. winter; spring. time flies and
all i do is sleep.

who is more famous,
lorenzo lamas or tate
donovan. and why?

Jack's Advice

Find yourself a girl,
done. Settle down, not done. Live
simple life, not done.

wake up. ten missed calls.
i'm never this popular
when I'm not sleeping.

Homeless guy steals
from baskets of rich. I shrug.
He's like Robin Hood.

waiting for a car
hoping the car will come soon
maybe i'll be freed

around this food dish,
cats fight for food no one wants.
thank you, middle east.

you know what haikus?
fuck you.

im so selfish now
i cant recognize myself
twisted up inside

It's June. You would be
a lot older now. We'd be
dreaming in the groves.

someone in my bed.
cereal. vitamin. a
new routine is set.

It's still a bad word,
but I love it when a black
person calls me "nigga".

thing about fate is,
when you time travel, you did
it already, bruce.

Sleepwalking.

Bruises on my knees,
four inch scratch on forearm, I
smell a mystery!

i've already been
orlando miserable.
it's not location.

love advice part three

in regard to the
vagina: just act like you
are angry with it.

pick a rhumb and go.
anything may be better,
but you'll still be there.

Why I Love The Undiscovered Country

Two Shatners in one,
Shakespeare quoting Klingons, and
ballsacks in kneecaps.

love advice pt 2

while making love, you
must avoid eye contact, as
it ruins the mood.

blahblah

I am really bored
mom and dad went out of town
yay! now I'm hungry

i just want a day
where money doesn't get in
my way. just one day.

love advice pt 1

a giant sword. that's
the deal breaker. i mean,
chicks dig katanas.