fingerprints left by stick figures

held hostage in a skeletal scenery. all thought drenched in ambiguity. holding an umbrella in a windowless room. stagnant motion. searing to bone. the hospitality of a southern cemetary. i cut down this forest. frail roots wither and burn. open your eyes. see the smoke rise against the hills. i can't stop running. they come with knives and tubes. i will hide by the river. by the shores they will force me to the depths. the waters of status quo. join hands with airbrushed models and two-faced reptiles.

zoo

the sun sneaks through branches and steel bars. -i wake up and eat in fear and anticipation of the creatures. -the sun uncovers its shy face. -enter the hiddeous creatures. -the sun smiles overhead and gently caresses my back. -the attrocious creatures form into one indistinguishable mob and utter in one deafening, foreign voice. -the sun casts its spell of euphoria on utopia. -i pace nervously, pretending to forget about the ever present creatures. -the sun delivers its last rays of hope and warmth. -exit the hiddeous creatures, limping and wounded. -the moon peers in behind glass and concrete. -the creatures haunt my dreams, i can ne

life on yhe subway

walking mindlessly with no destination. public transit rings in my ears like falling rain. doors open and people run past preocuppied. i enter and immediately scan the crowd. searching for a challenge, anything at all. appearance. fashion. intelligence. morality. value. wipe sweat from forehead. there are none to contend. this is life on the subway.
stop one- welcome the beautiful mistress with scars! enter heartache. loss. insecurity. misunderstanding. invisibility. she cowers in the corner, hoping none will notice. all value defined in voices. indiferent to love. this is life on the subway.
stop two- welcome the distinguished drug dealer with his disguise! enter compromise. duplicity. distraction. ambiguity. corruption. he stands proud and strong, craving all to notice. hiding an empty skeleton behind designer clothes and good manners. he shuts off all reception. indiferent to turth. this is life on the subway.
stop three- welcome the ragged vagrant with an iron heart! enter hurt. addiction. failure. vice. frailty. tension. solitude. abondonment. jaded by judgment, he lies shivering on the bench. apathetic toward acknowledgement. stares used to haunt his dreams. now even death hides from him. ready to give up. indiferent to pain. this is life on the subway.
stop four- doors open and i exit with three others. farewell to all! farewell to vanity. desperation. comatose. collousness. purspose turns into a foreign word without a translation. this is life.

top 10 reasons to wear a sweater: according to bill cosby

no sounds of life are heard on this open sea of mercury. the wind carries the groans of the dead. surface reflects solitude. each wave hitting harder. i am the daring captain of this vessel. sailing through the veins of treason, i clench the wheel in one hand and my skeleton in the other. in the calm of the ocean floor, the anchor dances with the reef. the cabin floods through the porthole. breathe freezes in my throat. hold tight to the sails, i see the sun rising. caught in the aftermath, our cries summoned the sharks. they circle as the fog swarms. we left the lifeboats on the shores' safe keep.

crocodiles hidden in puddles

contractors diving real estate in the oceans. deserts housing a metropolis. oxygen takes the form of our drug. chest reduced to a cage. we save the last dance for the oil fields. i open my mouth as the crow makes his nest. scars contain prophesy for vengence. stomach full of parasites. making me sick as they are a constant reminder of the form i've become. all principles abandoned. we created this clockwork world. purity still remains. if you blink you will miss it, as we comntaminate it with our hearts. will our desperate search for meaning end at monuments and self improvement?

without tomorrow

so this is life with eyes half shut. hands tied to yesterday. gates for ears. vampires like us should not be allowed here. desperately waiting for today to fade. tomorrow everything will change. without tomorrow there would be no confession. without tomorrow there would be no reconciliation. there would be no starting over. desperately waiting for today to fade. tomorrow everything will change. risk and hope wait in white. without tomorrow there would be no promises. we enter triumphantly into a new day. the land is scorthed and the darkness consumes the sky. our spines convulse. our bodies turn inside out. revealing a tangled mess of masked expectations. desperately waiting for today to fade. tomorrow everything will change. tomorrow's warm promise never came

sarcaustic

self dependence leaves me worn out. sick of playing God. sanity serrated by the politics in my head. paranoia feeds the need to cover all my tracks. i hold my fears and dreams in my hands. i hold on to my pain and joy. i bear my guilt on a blistered back. hands grip barbed wire traps. squeezing too tightly i suffocate hope and pain colors my hands red. fear sinks into my spine and assumes identity. i could have dropped my guilt and swam but instead i sank with it to the bottom of this dark lake. you're right there. so why am i still reaching for this wheel with mutilated hands?

vultures, sharks, and my soul

everyone in this city is above human experience. fighting inconsistency with instability. proudly grabbing the tongue. manipulating each phrase to return to sender. ears scarred by neglegence. used only to hear when to open the void of self-seeking praise. a battle to prove volume. attempting to vomit louder than anyone in the room. toxins soothe. i taught them everything they know. i am their ringleader. we're taking over the ship. grave of mirrors.