Poetry For The Weakminded
Oh, Curse Me
Plucked like water from a well,
snatched like oxygen from the air.
You never asked for this
and i never asked for you,
so i guess we're both in the
same predicament, no?
Sat in my car and drank away the days.
Sat in my car and drank to life
each new phrase.
I gave you shape with ink,
now give me hope with syllables.
Corporate Angst
They run this city,
so lets run them out.
Take back your heads.
Take back your tongues.
Take back your hearts.
There are stickers
over both my eyes,
closed tight
with this sticky residue
that's seeped into my lids,
left behind by the sound of the
dinosaurs dying.
(Majesty will never save me)
Logo like a crest,
tattoo like a war cry.
Let's turn this up
and turn them all around.
This Is the Sound of Being Lonely In A Car Somewhere in Virginia
We passed through a city
that dressed just like you
and it even had your name,
while all around us
the green stretched out
for miles.
I got desperate and tried to breathe.
I got greedy and tried to live,
but the flags they were flying
and the phrases they were spitting
kept me from ever
touching it.
Tangent to
the curve in the road
was a dream shaped like
the end.
We all threw
empty bottles
and cheap souvenir shot glasses
at it
and prayed to no one in particular
that they'd hit.
Hallucinations
It brought me
to a city of black and red,
with spinning stars
and girls dressed in white,
sipping wine and dancing,
pouting their gorgeous lips,
contrasting so clearly against the
hazy crayon horizon.
It was a place where the
songs had colors and shapes
and they danced and throbbed
to each beat in the salacious bass line,
dripping with sex and so
strikingly seductive.
In the corner
I met a man
who's head flew away
on a purple balloon.
As it sailed out the door
he waved it goodbye
and the trumpets sent out
a great wave of celebration
that sprawled out through the air,
pour out the windows
and broke open doors.
it flooded the streets
and pulled the city in with it.
The girls in white and
the boys in black
swirled and twirled
in dreamy elation,
soft feet against
the black and red concrete.
New poems.
I like them.
Maybe you do, too?
feedback would make me happy.
Plucked like water from a well,
snatched like oxygen from the air.
You never asked for this
and i never asked for you,
so i guess we're both in the
same predicament, no?
Sat in my car and drank away the days.
Sat in my car and drank to life
each new phrase.
I gave you shape with ink,
now give me hope with syllables.
Corporate Angst
They run this city,
so lets run them out.
Take back your heads.
Take back your tongues.
Take back your hearts.
There are stickers
over both my eyes,
closed tight
with this sticky residue
that's seeped into my lids,
left behind by the sound of the
dinosaurs dying.
(Majesty will never save me)
Logo like a crest,
tattoo like a war cry.
Let's turn this up
and turn them all around.
This Is the Sound of Being Lonely In A Car Somewhere in Virginia
We passed through a city
that dressed just like you
and it even had your name,
while all around us
the green stretched out
for miles.
I got desperate and tried to breathe.
I got greedy and tried to live,
but the flags they were flying
and the phrases they were spitting
kept me from ever
touching it.
Tangent to
the curve in the road
was a dream shaped like
the end.
We all threw
empty bottles
and cheap souvenir shot glasses
at it
and prayed to no one in particular
that they'd hit.
Hallucinations
It brought me
to a city of black and red,
with spinning stars
and girls dressed in white,
sipping wine and dancing,
pouting their gorgeous lips,
contrasting so clearly against the
hazy crayon horizon.
It was a place where the
songs had colors and shapes
and they danced and throbbed
to each beat in the salacious bass line,
dripping with sex and so
strikingly seductive.
In the corner
I met a man
who's head flew away
on a purple balloon.
As it sailed out the door
he waved it goodbye
and the trumpets sent out
a great wave of celebration
that sprawled out through the air,
pour out the windows
and broke open doors.
it flooded the streets
and pulled the city in with it.
The girls in white and
the boys in black
swirled and twirled
in dreamy elation,
soft feet against
the black and red concrete.
New poems.
I like them.
Maybe you do, too?
feedback would make me happy.