sleepless night. sleepless morning.

early to bed and early to rise
will surely bring a boy to his mental demise
but never to sleep so never to wake
must create a mad man with hands that shake
i drove the town, it did not rest
though unlike i, she played her cards to her chest
i wept when told tales of monstrous disease
and begged it wasn't true while down on me knees
soon after the sob and after the drive
the streets filled with faces like bees to the hive
never to know of the crimes and the lies
never truly seeing with their un open eyes
yes none take note of such dreadful things
so I'll wait and see what this ignorance brings
I'll still visit my mistress in the early morn
always taking her beauty always taking her scorn
now the sun shines and it lulls you away
with most still in be un aware of the day

sun on my face
gun in my mouth
what a beautiful day to leave
the light travels through unbound branches
hitting your pale skin
making you luminescent
my angel to carry me over
today
to die

to death. onward.

infinity is my favorite sign

stretching onwards into itself
you can't quite see where it began
nor where it will end
all you know is
you are nowhere near either
at first the idea seems odd to you
everything in life has always ended
definitively
lives. marriages. love. warmth.
this constant state seems intangible
until it has been demonstrated to you
by a beautiful paradigm shift

route 102

the dirt slowly covered up the hole
just as it covered up his problems
making them both disappear
the body was so small
so was the grave
she probably had no idea why this was happening when she died
her final moments filled with confusion
the same emotions that her family will be filled with
certainly for eternity
normally one should always dig the grave first
and then produce the corpse
but in times of accidents
you are limited to the circumstances at hand

spring around the roses

we have banished winter from our presence like a cheap whore
she has still left her mark on us
but we will destroy all evidence of her existence
my hair has grown since last season
the wind blows through it freely
this smoke exits my lungs so beautifully
the way that
this season exits our community so beautifully

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i moved chapters one and two to this site and will be continuing that story there. I'm keeping this blog for forthcoming poetry.