vigilante

snaking negative space
throughout blank page
pummeling back; lurching forward
teeth caked with grease
grime and grunge splattered
covering surface tension
lying by omission and -
breaking barriers down
decimating sound of silence
acrid acid awaiting
to come bubbling out
no life found here
not a breath on the wind
no wind, no life, reflections
floating freely in space
blood flow sans-life
non-existence and papercuts
ideal idiosyncresies
creasing binary timespans
stunning sceptres
piercing armored flesh
astounding violent tendencies
murderous maliciousness
intending impending doom
slowing to a stop
hold up in stronghold
warbling thespian
entertaining false crowd
coral-clad chorale
singing to perished masses
unified through nothing
singing for nothing
ought to sit this one out
disintegrating into pavement.

Shaking

Sweetness on the radio
I'm flying, and the gates go down
Wanting to run right through them
This train is fucking slow
I find myself breaking down
Thinking about what I would have lost
And not gained by being splattered
Other side of the tracks is where I belong
Where I call home, the love of my life
Lying sweetly in my bed where I left him

SOME SHIT

Shuffling out on a wintery Friday
I am here; cold - frozen, waiting
Class has not started, teacher is coming.
Glancing out the window, I long for Summer,
But I am greeted by the cold face of Winter
Staring me down.
I should be used to these Chicago Winters by now,
But my resiliency has transcended birth.
I shiver once, tightening my jacket around my frame,
Time is ticking and I am withering away.
The cold is a state of being - a state of mind
From which I cannot deliver myself.
I have been enveloped by the cold for far too long.

Us Reincarnated

I always want to awaken
with my glasses caressing yours
on our bedside table. 
And in the morning
when you're flailing about -
I'll hold them for you
because I know the first thing you'll whimper
is, "Gasses? Pease?"
And you'll whack me in the wrist
just trying to take hold of them -
you're blinded when you wake up,
and blinded at birth.
Reborn every morning with you
I will live my life, and you yours
but will always find myself
intertwined with you every evening.
And I couldn't ask for more.

drunken manifesto [sans-alcohol]

wip

It's like leaving an event through the gift shop
There are strings attached - you have to buy
[You can't just walk by]
Because, like a child with his nose glued to a window,
You want the rush of spending, of purchasing,
of owning.
And it's okay if my shoes were made by slaves
[I don't have to think about it - ]
Not necessarily ignorant, but definitely abhorrent.
Loathsome, disgusting, disturbing perversions
Painted perfections on stretched, dented canvas
Mistaken for talent, mistaken for meaning -
[Nothing has meaning anymore]
Imminent omnipresence, splitting infinite halves...
Pouring, bleeding, running out -
Phlebotomize and subsequently suture
[Everything will go back to normal now]
Will everything go back to normal now?
Nothing was ever normal and what is normal anyway?