final stopThankless nightSpent the last of myMoney on my failed transmissionThis and last month's water billMinimum payment on three credit cardsBut shit, money is nothingI've been unhappy so long-The moon is really gleaming tonightLike, I don't think I have seen itThis damn bright in yearsThe road is clear and the viewIs beautifulSo fucking beautifulWhen I drive over the pavement markersIt kind of sounds like a trainRattling over tracksSounds like I managed toCatch the last train homeAnd then I let my car derail...
daily grindDisposable peopleToss inkless pensLifelong serviceOn rotating shiftsPay day endsDue date beginsFan me, slaveYes, master
LoomThese pieces sewn togetherBy my hand entwinedFragments of knowledgePatches still bare and poorly stitchedGood and bad qualityThis warm, threadbare blanketBut how was I supposed to knowThe truth
benedictiona town that smallgets ants in their bloodlike the devil put its handon their shoulderand whispered
party pig / marrano muertoen el ranchome tapé los oídos.manchas de sangre corrianen la placitadonde el cerdo atadocolgaba de los piesgoteando. tomo dos balazosy la garganta degolladapara matar el cerdo.nunca olvidaréaquel grito.-----------------------on the ranchI covered my ears.blood stains streakedthe courtyardwhere the bound swinehung from its feet,draining.it took two gunshotsand a slit throatto kill the pig.I'll never forgetthat scream.
don't forget to wash your hands on the way outshoe prints on wet tilesit's definitely the smellof baby shitthe talcum powder scentlining thegrout with urine and toilet watermight as well take a chanceand piss outside
Bukowski's on my nightstandgetting blackout drunk atparties or real fistfights where I left a bruise like a purple sunof the gut of some nameless------fuckeror when I tried a cigarette inan abandoned house for thefirst time when I cussed out my rival I knew I wasn't hardthe real pain of magicwas when the adultsweren't watching I'd go to sleep andthinkwho I'd be tomorrowand not do it
route 66deep in the desertof enchantmentthe bosque caughtfire and createdthe smoke miragea djinn came outof the red sand
SUNBEAMThere is an intermittent anxietyfrom sitting in silence so longI should be doing somethingInstead I look at a reportBubbling in the gaps of B letters untilthe words lose their figureIs this right? I askI don't know kidIf I knewThings 'a been changedA long time ago
.i take my spoon, crackthe sky like a creme brûléeand the light flows out
Katuatagoing out with herwas like World War One, exceptit was over by Christmas
.listen to your heart;it is the one that knows bestof the inner dark
.it was when he calledme 'sweetheart', i just felt liketearing his one out
Blind Bruised are myeyes that squint on with timid grace
Lolitathe odorof ripeningcherries
NaPoWriMo 2014 Week Three15cat removing my tax formsfrom the printerfor shredding16everywhere not coveredby the horse blanketcovered in mud17old ranch saddlehand-carved and stitched-Taylor Swift music from the counter18walking this path again-today stoppingat cemetery not school19sweaty hairy saddle padshome to be washed-cats rolling happily20old photos-that horse is gone, that buildingbut I still have the saddle21years of footstepsa familiar indent-walking up stone stairs
.what doesn't kill youcomes back with something strongerto finish the job
who we are.always remember...death is imminent.life is beautiful.we fall in love withsilhouettes, dreams and those whowe wish existed. weknowtheyneverwillwe bite our nails anddecorate our skin usingcrimson graffiti.we trail our fingersdown rippling flesh, broken bonesfor satisfaction. tofillthatgnawinghole.we move through the streetslike harvestmen; crawling andwaiting to be loved.we weave ourselves ina thorn-feathered tapestrypasted together.we need. we laugh. wecry. we die. we smile. we love.we wander, we lie.we live. we need tocradle ourselves at night andadore who we are.maybe then we canstart a revolution. givebirth to a new world.always remember...death is imminent.life is beautiful.
on BeingThey say sell yourself,but don't brag and be humble.Why be anything?