A Light Story of Imbeciles

When the sand turns into glass I will cut my feet and bleed a thousand seconds just to be with you
Despite the dissatisfaction the cause gives me I will picket with you and carry signs that weigh ten tons
I'll take abuse but never give, never delve into sadism even though you are a satanist,
I'll scream on the inside and smile on the outside and convince myself of my everlasting lie
Containing my sarcasm is like asking me contain my fecal tendencies, it is only human
And the average minute in my life lasts for twenty seconds and I'm dying far too quickly,
Tie me down, please, I need a reason to remain in this upright position
Give me a piece of plaster to blow my nose with and when I go to it, it sticks with it,
Suffocating me in three different ways, I only know what the first was, but the other two the preacher man promised were there
In the giveaway, I'll getaway but only at the end of my driveway, as they drive away
Disintegrated under the magnifying glass lens that sits in the fist of my illegitimate children
All you died far too young and took to many antacids
The insects will march like soldiers on parade and will twirl there antennae like a bunch of nasty flamboyant villains
While the last remaining ghost decides to hang itself,
But my feet will still be bleeding out, and I'm sorry I bled on you but when I bleed I bled and bleed again
So treat the bees with respect and give the grandmother the right of way
Just don't get to go to temple and say the words of the holy one lest you forge yourself in buttered toast
Catastrophe will be your host
So go in you are otherwise indisposed while the little ones topple over
And give you no sign of remorse.

A Career on the Other Side

Listen as they clue you in on the last resort you should have never got
The place behind your ears that you forgot to wash
After all, where else would the clue be except on that coin
To suffice all the items that are on your bucket list
To claim the calamity in the clouds that whirlwinds the way
Topside you see the cataclysm but under here you see naught
Caught up in the cordless endeavors of adulthood
Even before that a boyhood fantasy of conquering it all
Slaying the beasts and feeding the birds on the lake
Tranquility after brutality while the butterfly does what it can
As blood spills and laughter mixes and marriages end and then begin
New ages after each birthday where hapless wishes are not answered
But completely backsliding the backhanded ways of thieves
Liars and dice swindlers on the wheels of morality that spin out of control
Take the patience out of the patient and make them quake and fear
Quivering beneath the unwelcome hands of the clock face
Fearing the reaper in the back of the house
Underneath the guise of shadow puppets that harmless wear friendly faces
While they slink out from beneath the frame of the bed
Listening to the clues of the last resort that they never should have had

Laundry List of the Troubled Mind

Hello there friends and lovers
What lies will you spread about me
What fiendish things prance around in your mind
What devilish inclinations do you ponder
How far will you go with you declerations
How much do you hope to achieve
And how will you fair if by the end of this day,
You are not fairing at all
When does the graciousness give way to blackmail
When do endless lists become listless ends
When do men care to forget
If granted the power to destroy,
Would you take up arms against me
Why in all the earth and heaven
Why is all this so innert
Why are the seasons getting shorter
And why are my shoulders down there
This last resort you put me on
This pedestal you broke
This cretin who follows orders
This monster who doesn't want to
Give him candy and cigarettes
Pry the pipe from his fingers
If by the end he's angrier
It isn't just for show and tell
There will is another story there
In the middle of the asteroid field
In the midst of a train collison
In the minds of all those do-gooders
I was one of the do littles
Sitting idly by on the sidelines
Staring blankly into space
Keeping both ears wide and open
Caring not to bend the grass
Listening to the calls of wild fowl
Spying on birds with my glasses
Taking notes and eating them
Digesting all that was leftover
Formulating an idea and geting lost in the words
Keeping things in check long enough
To burn up the return receipt
Tampering with evidence
Just for tamperings sake
Just to say I could.

Fabled Letters

If by the time you read this I am long and gone
Do not forget to write me
Send it care of post to one who is lost
And deposit the change in the appropriate slot
Wait as long as you need to
Spy outside the window for the right amount of time
Let the light on, and make sure to shower
Spare your eyes the strain of staring on
Take a fortnight to spend with friends and family
Let the call signs on the side of the courier jet
Never enter into your imagination
Assume that it was sent on time
And don't alleviate your stress by stating the obvious
Communicate with everyone you can
In the mean time do not forget your friends
Do not lose your lovers
Distraction can cause a system of doubt
That will filter through the filters
Cause the mind to think the worst
If you feel a slight flush in your cheeks
And a quickening in your heartbeat
It is a side effect of your lack of patience
And when your friends wonder where you've gone
You'll tell them you found cause
Where you do nothing but worry
And dream of the delivery
Your writing is on the wall
And I am gone
Still waiting on the side of some road
It was never going to reach me
I was always going to be here
Right on the other side of the street
Willing to communicate when you were
But the lines of communication were ended
Casual permeation causes a swelling in your cheeks
And the charisma of the letters are over
Lost in the wind of a storm that took them away
Lastly in your stance
You'll wonder yourself with worries
That worried you to death.