A belief in signs

means capital letters.

In cramped spaces

where we found pocket lint

I made a new years resolution

based entirely on feeling.

Scour local taverns

for a place to proclaim

lift my hands in the air

with a grin on my face

I bring good news from Rah our god

but circles within circles within circles made me dizzy.

Someone whispered "breathe" 

and the feeling was mutual.

I no longer drape myself in cloaks

and the truth was restricting

so I'm shackled in fears

like I was tossed out of Eden

lips still dripping with the sins I'm committed to.

2 more? yes, its a personal best.

Flashing lights made the children happy

but the screaming made them shiver

there was no dance in the air,

our hands wreaked of fire

and the skin of her teeth fell

like a leprosy of plastic lining.

When the mime turned to howling

like a battered shell-less turtle

no ribbons could mask the tapping

of a ravens depraved rapping

or the soulless rhythm that rang slowly

but surely

all the while reminding

that destiny is a concept never completed

and infatuation breeds decrepit men. 

There was a loud crack

that shook their skin loose.

They aged in a day but it wasn't stress

it was the seismic waves

and when the earth finally quaked

there was nothing left

but the big blue.

It wasn't till the greens sparked some life

that the strings started singing

and you could hear the thunder

of the splashing pools,

but the frogs all migrated leaving lilly pads unleapt

and there jaws agape on the floor.

i edited this a lot.....can't get it to how i want it. so i gave up. FINISHED!

There must be something in the water
it made us grin with taciturn quips.
Deliver us from Stockholm!
running off trains means I can breathe
"Everything's alright in Vegas"
but the clouds fell out of the sky
and I failed to coalesce with nothing.
If we were up all night
then I was the only one up
and I swear this used to mean something.
There's no happiness in mornings
or your grinning water sipping lips.

New stuff

I've been writing a lot.  i mean, i think it's all been pretty alright so far.  right now im just trying to get back into the swing of things, it still feels like im out of touch.  keep writing about the same topic, though maybe im just really dumb and it seems unfocused.  anyway, none of the new 17 poems have titles.  im not really all that great at trying to think of titles and probably won't until im forced to. anyway, here is a new poem.

She said "don't focus on the details"

so instead I closed my eyes.

Prayers don't reach us

when we're buried under ground.

and the sky has too many airplanes.

I won't focus on the details

but that's all I do

every line is important

every dot has a purpose

I get a runners high,

Monchu Pichu lays before me

I am an Egyptian god!

Tell the world we were allergic

not afraid.

The blank spaces imply

only what the noiseless can

there is nothing for you to see

like a felines hiss

I wince but don't turn

my eyes are liars,

my smile a bigger liar.

Don't let an ounce escape

or seep through

the ever increasing wrinkles.

I understand what love it

at least a little bit.