Suicide & Cheese

Crushed Cranes

Wed, 22 May 2013 18:29:26 -0600

Unfold all the origami.
There are no swans for me.
Just the birds I’ve learned to eat
when I’m done butchering paper.

The Inertiatic Me

Wed, 22 May 2013 18:03:12 -0600

Downcast upbeat.
Irretrievable beatup.

Serenetize the panic.
Somatize the fear.

Altogether not.
Already never.

Brooding is mine.
Mooding me fine.

Asbestos atmosphere.
As best as most to swear.

Coil the parasitic unwind.
Lull the panasonic blare.

Beautiful Edens

Thu, 16 May 2013 03:33:23 -0600

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

Thu, 16 May 2013 03:21:30 -0600

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

Thu, 16 May 2013 02:58:23 -0600

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

Thu, 16 May 2013 02:38:08 -0600

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

Thu, 16 May 2013 02:11:32 -0600

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

Thu, 16 May 2013 01:38:56 -0600

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

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:34:23 -0600

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

Wed, 15 May 2013 15:11:29 -0600

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

Wed, 15 May 2013 14:54:25 -0600

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

Tue, 14 May 2013 08:14:58 -0600

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.

Until We Ache Face to Face

Tue, 14 May 2013 07:56:08 -0600

Who is there left to fear?
I like the way you burn
on black, I wear cheapest.
You tell us we’re dying, like a
good doctor does but I’m
surviving and family spoils
in the ground. Who’s gonna
tell me how you rot, how you
spend your family taught?

The Time We Had in the Dark

Tue, 14 May 2013 07:28:04 -0600

After the cinema, well, it was just a movie,
but one we silently wept about, and
I easily just needed to walk home alone.
It’s hard to see you with me, with the air
intoxicated and perfect, your sense of
I wouldn’t fuck another man until it was you.
That longing between us that lingers
in unplayed pianos, until we drink
somewhere that serves dares.
I don’t take you home because you
find your way home with me.
But you call me. Call me and say
it was worth you being really someone.

Oral Flesh

Tue, 14 May 2013 07:11:44 -0600

How easy it is to taste like pineapple
juice for a lover, swallow
sweet enough
as if to say my balls are better.
But you drain them anyway.
Inspired by lust,
and it’s tropical to know you.
You’re papaya now.

Breathcastles

Tue, 14 May 2013 07:02:39 -0600

Dilapidated rightlife,
the worse was imminent,
why I said goodbye
long ago – get forgotten.
Still, I’m here, unlucked
and barely. I dreamt
while I was real; valued
more than was let of me.
I was certain to be less,
without falling into immorality,
without failing like immortality.
I sneered with my humanity.

Often Earth

Mon, 13 May 2013 07:28:00 -0600

Despair of spirit
and why I laugh.
Ha ha fuck you.
Ha you to hell.
Ha you under.
I am consistent
with bar tale
feel-good, feel
away this almost
life and goddamn
I will do anything;
perfectly survive.
Watch me, other,
tune your heart
to mine, it’s time
we told our lives.
We become all
there is to sunrise.

The Worst, Beautifully Fine

Mon, 13 May 2013 07:16:01 -0600

Prolific, my ass.
I don’t write enough.
I don’t see enough.
I don’t fuck the arrangements
of beauty so open to me.
I don’t do much.
I make certain tomorrow
will pain me and that’s
how I admit to love.

Heartbeat Sketchy

Mon, 13 May 2013 07:01:53 -0600

I think I’m better off alone.
I think it arrogant to see us try.
We’re not advocates of life.
We hardly mutter a breath.
Sure, I would love you.
But in a Russian kind of way.
Okay, maybe a Bergman.
You talk as if god sweats.
I sweat. I redeem my hell
with how much you don’t
damn. Damn it, baby, damn.
Damn the crucial and why we
must eat Spam. I’m better off
coz we’re kidless and you laugh
when I’m suicidal; better gun laws
beneath the border. I’m a pussy until
you wanna hear about sorrow.
I score whores of tomorrow
just to tell me how the ruined flirt.

While You Make Me a Better Man

Mon, 13 May 2013 06:44:22 -0600

Yeah, I need a shower
and a girlfriend to slap
me upside the head
to get on it, get real,
get that shit outta
your head. You’re
better than this.
But am I? Am I
not the one to
sit in the shower
and make it an
all-nighter?
Woman alive,
I love to love you,
but how can I
without a purpose
first? We’re flirtless.