fresh scars and open sores

behind her hair lies her eyes
cat scratches on skinny thighs
what happened on that night
I don't know

she isn't telling me
through the fillings in her teeth
and if she's faking shrill glee
I don't know

fresh scars and open sores
all I know is all I saw.

Good-bye is a lie;

Good-bye is a lie;
for there is nothing good about it--
at the end of Sunday
you drove away, &
instead of smiling I pouted.

You're gone-- yet still linger in my room--
the scent of your hair
etched in the air--
"Damn weekend's over too soon!"

I miss you, Ms. You--
do you? Do
you love me, lovely,
as I do you.

poem for natasha

we fell
down the same well
and holding each other
we sang, as two
the songs that we knew
my pale bruised-peach lover

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow
what a word, what a word
there's no sweeter a word
in all of the world.

Tomorrow, tomorrow
when my life starts anew--
O the things I'll get done!
O the things I'll do!

Tomorrow, tomorrow
not today! Not tonight!
The time isn't perfect
my mood isn't right!

Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
Tomorrow! Don't you see?
Tomorrow is when I'll
be all I can be.

Tomorrow, tomorrow
such a nice word to say
if-- I'm tired tomorrow
there's always the next day.

the wanderer

let's get stoned
and happy
and wonder why--

we hold our breath
when those girls
wander by

up all night
just to see
na'vi vs. NoTide

the world's out there
I'm happy
here inside

decisions,
decisions,
fingers conjoin

heads-- no-- tails-- yes--
--says the coin
oh the coin...

feels alright
waking up
to friday night

I let myself
get behind
sometimes...

Wearily.txt

I'm bored, and lost. And tired
My dates have all expired
I just sit. And nod my head
And play video games.

Ignored. Exhale and brood
In a filthy mood
The Lounging Dead
is my name.

Slam jazz piano chords
the coin-- of its own accord
cuts my way every day.

old text files

exhaling thoughts
lost inside dreams
imagination
bursts life's grey seams--

inhaling ash
lost in myself
masturbation
behind the shelf

my world window
shows far away stars--
they twinkle, I think
as light through bars

pixellated
eyes-crinkled smiles
the ghost of you
lingers...
in old text files.