Beautiful Edens
Goodnight because it’s fucking not.
So long and here’s to, well, I
need it just to rain, rain like god
could ably, aptly, arsely die.
Goodnight and fuck hard.
Living, Alive, Living
When I can’t care to exist
and it’s because I have
nothing going, nothing at
all, just downers, all
this Irish piss. And I’m
down for days. Not worth
this. Just dead in the shower.
I never wanted this.
I Wish It Did
When the drugs don’t work
and you’re alone in the sky
and there’s not enough
alcohol to get you by,
not nearly anything,
and coming home,
worn enough when
the spirits tried,
I only wanted
to love you.
What Only Hurts Deserves Us
I hear we’re supposed to die.
Most of all we know to
be mortal, be forgiving, be
god-like.
What is it to swear
at the abyss?
What is it to scare
it and create bliss?
I sum up humanity in tears
and music and holding
each other with all the fire
of our words.
I burn in the eyes until
the ocean must hiss.
Ache with the best
of you, purely hurt.
In the event we spend
tomorrow, we’ll bear
it thorough, and you
share you, care, you.
Some Guy Stillwhere
With the son I don’t have, I hear a song.
He is better than me coz I’m no father.
We spend time surviving, schooling
each other, withstanding the world
with all we god and they’re words.
I say, son, you’re not real coz your
mother’s anon and swears me off
to be someone’s forgotten forever.
Belly Like a Cat’s
After dozing in the shower-bath
and laying in a wet towel, the night
finally dark to where I see nothing.
I felt like ending all day, but this,
this opening my eyes to serene
blackness; this will do, this appeals
to my haunt. So I lay scratching the
hairs on my my belly, seeming
to enjoy myself; consoled by guts.
Finality’s Fucked
Am I supposed to be liked, forgiven, worth it?
Am I to be someone you can make it with?
Do me better and fuck me but don’t fifty-lies
the word. We talk ready to feel, feel like we’re
fucked, at least feel, fucker, feel unfucked and
feel wholly ready, ready to fuck your unreal love.
Am I no one but the one but to say finally fuck?
Veronica Lake
Pain is desire because I crave it.
And If I need you I’ll hurt.
If I need you, simply suicide.
You’re no Monroe. Why
you’re perfect. Torn
with me, swearing off
Hollywood coz we’re
drugs and fucking worse.
It’s Clearly You
Sever any idea to bleed juice from the eye.
It’s always gonna hurt anyhow, this life,
tasted, best tasting another, and severely
I see you, with eye-flood and life’s high.
We kiss with our eyes, raining sublime.
One for the Kids; I Hate People
Something to cry about
and that’s all there is.
You forget it doesn’t hurt
anymore, everything just
feels itself away, feeling
you not, feeling you off,
feeling you like you can
never make me feel again.
I will cry dead mothers
to tell you you fucked up.
You fucked your chance
to parent. You fucked
your chance at love.
