its been slow

its getting cold out. shivering cold. here are 2 more that are sort of new.  they will probably get revised at some point. too many veggies.

When we scream the birds fly

because they feel the bass

and its terrifying.

Our hair stands up

which makes our legs stands up

and our arms react to the momentum.

They said we were loud

but they didn't mind

as long as we paid the check.

We drove fast

to taste the wind

in a city still awake at dawn.

We never knew

because they never told us.

They were all so inviting

encouraging

but we didn't care

because boys just want to have fun

and a battlefield is no place for love.

That was when we used our bottles

and we felt lighter

because we were young and impetuous

and learned foreign languages.

Who would have cared

if we magnified the world

till we all burned like ants.

They said carrots were the answer

that they answered all our questions

and so we indulged their recommendation.

All we wanted was to see

and jump farther

but all we got was orange skin

and the blood of rabbits.

We are non believers,

knowing full well we'll fall off the sides

and waiting for moment we do.

To grow old is a liars dream

Peter knew it, and James lived it,

thats when the ticking drove us mad

and we x'ed out the letters

to make a better alphabet

but I can't remember how to speak

only how our fingers work

and how everything else responds.

They say it's all the vitamins

but we've learned not to trust

the lies we heard in the dark.

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.

fireworks

The breaks and pains like a fireworks light,

I try not to think of self beyond my fingertips.

The lapping consciousness of a circus

and the peanuts creak under the weight.

We learn without believing

and those learned are unbelieving,

for when we know it all

we know nothing.

The fireworks light is still a circus

like the weight of my fingertips

as the pains of a life worth living

leave me floating out at sea.

The breath of sharks and eyes of tides

I’ve never liked the salty water

but the thought of coral made my knees shake.

I anticipate the mighty sea as a seed,

it started small but gained momentous roots

that overtook the body.

The breaks and pains of crashing waves

that believing is part weight and circus.

The lapping consciousness of a coral

and the creaking peanuts under the sky,

my footsteps are always quiet now,

but it’s the arthritis in my limbs that makes life worth living.

365 days ago

There was a small cry in defense once,

Now all that makes me a man is silent.

At least we know when we’ve lived

That we’ve lived long enough to die.

I prayed my lungs would blacken

So the coughing seemed justified

But the winter months kept coming

As my craving and smoking subsided.

There was a tremble in my fingers once,

The sliding wire against my skin

That made my fingers harden.

I believed in making music once

Now I just believe in trying.