confronting sorrow
i've been visiting old ghosts
instead of them me

piano again
bum bum bum bumbum bum bum
that's where the fun is

superstitious tear
the red thrones upholstery
the claws of reward

chambers and cupboards
shacks of these glass house times
nutshells of our lives

break down the bad walls
tests present themselves again
and you win this time

moxie says goodbye
it's been fun being here for
me, will miss you all

here's lookin at you
picture's genuine and good
blessings on your heart

he places his hand
upon my breast, heavy sigh
bastard gets bitched slapped

white specs of chaos
but only for a moment
then they settle down

desperate measure
when you run out of oil
then use apple sauce

want to play a game
I remember that movie
also tic tac toe

the rest of my life
forwarding belts tread on so
better fill my cup

pop a tic tac babe
freshmints come in a big pack
writer's flock like sheep

liiiiiiiiiiiiiiies of a wmoen
can be deceived by the hell
which he seeks..those years

the air is still,quite
the freezing touch of his hand
death is by my side

soaring toward whores
whilst nursing some horrid sores
spreading the disease

meanwhile most posters
offer naught 'pproaching closure
I fall 'pon my knife

ass co-opting ash
no one is fooled or impressed
why so self-loathing

For engineering,
Massachusetts Institute
of Technology.

fine fingered mis-rule
an intrigueing maneuver
cunning way to win

the troll seeems to show
inside knowledge of all things
homosexual

apostrophe man
admires not your submission
nor your sentiments

you may not be blocked
but wait just a little while
and you will be scrubbed

something touched unreal
under hidden circumstance
remembering dreams

somehow I get a
kick of seeing a crazy
pizza eating a

cheeseburger on a
cell phone in the mtv2
blip on the tube

about you baby
I've got a good feeling too!!!
it comes in flashes

in flight a new one
winged dove and thoughts of ashes
well choking in them

Dear grace offering
beautiful thanks yous my friend
yes do it again

he breathes through his mask
and the dark one says to Luke
I am your father

Sun like a hammer
Striking blue sky through green leaves
Waking my senses

Not been here lately
Have been watching the antics
Nothing much to say

dare I to myself
could..should..maybe..let it fly
or not..I don't know

steamy hot summer
hiding inside escaping
the humidity

always the bridesmaid
he sighed disconsolately
and never the bride

the world is wide and
still weaved in a web worn by
all these joined vast souls

Aha! teh lol cats
all ovr teh interwebs
they all mak me l

You know what's funny?
Well no, and neither do I
But it's about pigs

police ring inside
lofty as stride right ago
I sing anyway

you clean up da house
scrubbin' an' a-rubbin' hard
yet the dirt persists

Gardening at night
Something to do as well as
an interesting song

i am old and sad
but you are more pathetic
than either of those

I ignored someone
who got upset about my
wet t-shirt, he left

that tongue in my cheeks
it's such delicious humour
you sweet homophobe

regarding the troll
i know i shouldn't feed it
but it's a cheap thrill

listening to you
i can hear the loose echoes
of your anal tone

hold up the mirror
intimate knowledge of much
that smells lavendar

sweet zabadooey
repetition at its best
predictably so

lingering lowly
underneath a hanging moon
just like testicles

I painted and shot
I labeled it a piece dead
now that's all I got

cold as a blue tree
blurs of thee angel's mothers
a child cries...feet