crazy night…

the poison took us quick
the town had swallowed us
and sitting here
rotting
in its belly
for the first time
surrounded by cripples and addicts
we were home

work from a month or so ago… book work…

no light to guide me…
no umbrella in this downpour

it’s such a strange feeling
a peculiar ache
the process of someone
trying to save you
and destroy you
all at the same time

i must say
i never want to hurt like that again

such a sad song

work in progress… need to re-write it… but i dont much feel like it right now… so here it is…

when
in my hands
i search for reason
nothing conscious comes to me
when there are words
but not enough of them

and my heart is a bomb
strapped to my chest
and this is how i take
this world
down

standing in this crowd
and only i can hear this explosion

and all ive got is blank
and my mind is wrong
strangle me

*photo of peter griffin by sarah meow

swallow me

photography by shane deruise, raleigh, nc

the demons will swallow me…
slaying dragons isn’t for me
i can’t be brave anymore

between the kitchen cabinets…

photography by shane deruise, raleigh, nc

laughs herself, then nearly Van Goghs me.
I know the bleak terrain she faces quite well.
The plague and the dinosaurs,
drawbridge rising, whole fat heart at stake

Fair enough if you think I remind you
of the contents of an open casket –
about as far from a young Marlon Brando
as is possible, and brittle as biscuit –
but it’s not all feeling the bone-deep chill and
fighting to stay on the ground in a headwind