the V-induced happenings.

i'm sorry your honor. it's just that while i was out of town i forgot to feed the snake and she somehow got into some shit and i ended up feeding her crack cocaine. that's why there's a gaping hole in her side. don't look at me like i'm crazy. i'm not crazy. stay down low, behind the chair, and look out the window. they've got about thirty-five to fifty coming around. just turn and face the other side of the room. see that orange cresent light floating aound over there? focus on the light for just a minute. the thing about that orange light is that it moves mountains. same as the wind beating the fuck out of my house, it can move. your honor, excuse me, but are you breathing? would you pay attention to the following? i'm pretty sure that the disembodied voices are trying to relay some vitally important shit. truth is, i forgot the case at hand. if i could just get a spinal tap and move things right along, that'd be great. seriously though your honor when i gave that snake crack-cocaine for the second time, i saw him sprout another head. he spiraled seven tounges and then a vortex of other flames from his other mouth. must have been the drugs, man. good night, your honor. i've got a dinner date with a crack-addicted snake.

underground city asleep for so long.

the dirty stranger danced his way down the middle of the street during the middle of the day. he passed out roses to the people he'd meet, saying nothing else ever happens on wednesdays. he had a pragmatic point of view and i guess there was never anything else to do. every wednesday i'd see him dance by with a dozen roses and a glint in his eyes. what i'd give to be that man with love extending from his hands. what i'd give to feel that glint of hope that i've seen sparkle and thrive in his eyes.


we stood out on the bridge, the bridge of death, with all its paint in such peeling glory. the core burned down brilliant with technicolor flames, and nothing else even mattered. the smokestacks that poked the clouds were dwarfed by the climbing flames that put their rainbow on parade. i'm sorry, mistakes were made. as we stood out on the bridge, time stopped that april day. there was nothing else to live for except for the radiant sights of the day. my feelings were trapped inside you like radiation trapped in pockets of air. we stood there watching a sight that no one had ever seen. downwind, i smelled your hair. it smelled like lilacs and lillies. a sharp inhale brought me back down to the bridge with it's peeling paint. as we watched a sight for only our eyes, we sealed our destiny. on the bridge of death you held me, and i held you closely too. downwind from our subsequent extinction, we kissed and everything faded into blue.

all the king's armies are made of sand. cut them like they're children. scrape them like they're knees. will they fall down? will they blink? am i any less of a man? pick up the phone and call me home to you. pick up the shiny carving knife and stab the sand until it bleeds. all the king's armies are only sand. they will fall and i will stand. there's a killer locked up down the beach out of everybody's reach. he's standing half-submerged in the saline solution. riding around in his mind are thoughts of communism, revolution. i am with him in his cell, half-submerged, headed to hell. he tried to kill the armies of sand, but they've been compressed for too many millions of years. they've turned to stone and will not fall. the raging ocean faucet dripped from his eyes. he was crying because he knew they'd never die. with their sandy heads, their coarse stone hearts, and the cold lead bullets that they've been using from the start, they shot me down. they shot him down. we cried an ocean to slowly erode them.

plain tree relief

I slammed my head against the wall to shake loose every memory. I left my mind so free and clear that the world ceased to be. I meandered about like a creeping river not knowing where to flow. Gazing up into the stars they led me to my knees. In the forest soft and still i whispered to the trees. Is there anything that I can do to eliviate the pain and bring the world back safe and sound through the silence again? If the wind whispers yes through the foldings of your dress, then I'll be standing on the tops of the trees waiting for you to caress me, heal me, and feel me. With my head devoid of clutter I won't pursue another. All I need to see me through are the whispers of the trees and a notion of you.

broken guitars and smashed pianos.

is it the girl that you're in love with or is it the maluability of her ideals? hidden deep within her cradled mind thoughts sway like rum-drunk doves.
many moons have marched beside her towering high above above thick marble tables.
they will turn to dust with time. in the dead pools of her eyes, nothing springs to life. her face is coated with crystalline salt deposits that leave her looking like january's last victim. if her lips turn blue beneath the snow no one here will ever know.

the world's peppered with grandiose gaping holes that dance and sway beneath your nose. they tempt like fate and there's no escape from what they really mean. so picture me caught in your eyes like amber that flowed out trapping flies. hold the image until the end and kisss me sweetly my lover friend. your hand calls me forth and nothing else matters. volcanic splays of red-hot splatter consume my flesh. i will close my heart and kill the rest. did you think that i would fade away and haunt you until your dying day? i won't deny the fact i thought it once but i cleared my mind with the damage done. i'm somewhat stunned that you ran down deep into the earth where satan sleeps. here i weep for a glimpse of solitude. the angels' broken ribs protrude. from where they stab, it all seems drab. i'm longing for someone to save me. your eyes well forth congealing blood that stirs into the sacred mud. the gaping holes that dot the earth fill with blood, gold, and myrrh. i wallow in and breathe so deep. you are with me while i sleep.