Far From Here

I dream of the Greek Islands.
I want blue skies
and blue waters.

I want to sit and stare
at ease.

Picturesque places
where no bad
seems to exist.

Maybe
things are better there.

Those To Hold On To

Stay close
to the people
who read at night.

Stay close
to the people
with wanderlust.

Stay close
to the people
with impossible ideas.

Stay close
to the people
who appreciate true beauty.

Stay close because
they make life better.

Another Weekend Evening

Spilling fifths,
overflowing ashtrays,
a sticky green haze.

I sip whiskey
on ice
and let the cubes
roll around
my tongue.

The hum
of conversation
and my favorite song
lull me into
a warm happiness.

It Will Be As If I Never Existed

I remember it all.
The winters of my youth.

But who am I?
Scientifically speaking,
I will be dead
and my body will burn
into ashes
or rot and decompose
underground
in a coffin.

Memories of me
will die out
and I will be defeated
by time.

Corruption

Lungs hacking up
grime.

Black goop
from factories
inside these fragile
bodies.

Polluted
minds swimming
in oil
and smoke.

Days Burn Away

Days burn away.
We are left with embers.
But there is no pain
in this fire.

Days burn and burn
with the sweetest scent.
It intoxicates
as time is lit.

Days burn away.
We are left confused
by smoke.
Days burn away.

Nostalgic Songs

Songs
where you just sit back
and listen
and feel
and go on a journey.

That's the kind of music
I like.

Songs
where I'm back
as a teenager
or a child
in an instant.

Living In The Year 2013

The modern world
is watching an airplane
make a trail
in the sky
miles above you.

The modern world

is thousands of people

staring at screens

in their hands

as they walk on the street.

The modern world
is watching someone
fifty years ago
acting
on your television screen today.

The modern world
is being on that airplane
and being halfway
around the world
in less than a day.

"Cunt"

"Cunt"
The word comes
with a belch of alcohol
the stink of tobacco.

My ears bleed.

Decaying breath
hisses
"cunt"
from an ugly mouth.

My ears bleed.

A Nation of Believers

Politics on television
as the livestock
pretend to care.

The stink
of lies
permeates
the whole nation.

No resistance.
The drugs
have been injected
into the drowsy
and the trusting.

What a shame.

Sluts

Rotting bodies
Splashed with toxic cocktails.

Dead eyes,
Greasy hair,
All covered with makeup.

Egocentric succubuses
Killing others slowly.
Betrayal, their religion.

The ugliness smothered

With tight dresses

And concealer.

Painted claws.

Men plunging into them
Fucking them
Unaware she is a
Sewer overflowing.

3 AM Phone Calls

Drunken phone calls
from the love of my life.
It's 3 am,
I can't sleep.

His voice is gentle
"I can't live without you"
"I have more fun
when I'm with you."

But here I am by myself.
At least I've got love.
Thank god I love
and am loved in return.