supernova

A dying star's last will and forced hand is to kill you too.
One final attention grabbing display of radiant desperation.
I will destroy entire plains of existence to gain your attention before my eventual downfall.

Life Imitating Art

Foot resting on the reflective pole lining beneath the bar, elbows planted firmly in front, posturing inward towards this fountain of youth counter-weight. This space that I rent for the price of a bottle is my own. The man next to me, eyes forward and baseball hat down seems to be in a similar situation. Close uninviting body language, but not in a hostile way, more of a remote and  non-relatable one. We share this unity in separation. Two distinct Islands off the coast of each other, longing for the mainland.
By about the fourth drink you start to no longer care that you're sitting at the bar by yourself, staring at the wall in front of you. Penetrating eyes mildly glazed over from a combination of boredom, booze, and tears. Staring past the brick into matter and waves, where they meet and disperse. Leaving me looking at everything and nothing all at once. The true artist has that sweet spot, the perfect balance of madness and brilliance. Mind the pulleys and weights carefully, a gallon of water weighs eight pounds and so does a gallon of Whiskey. Stay centered lest you run the risk of falling into complete insanity or staggering boredom. My essence becomes aware of itself hovering high above the bar and slowly drifts down, returning to be imprisoned in the slouching figure. Elbows planted in front. "A great exodus outside to smoke a cigarette is just the thing needed", I think while making my way through the smiling faces, having prolonged eye contact with them all causing their expressions to damper. Outside, the January air causes the hair on my rolled up shirtsleeve arms to stand on end. Eyes skyward, the north star focuses on me while I exhale and my soul drifts up as an offering to the Godless heavens.

To Have Loved and Lost

Baptized by a Lover's perspiring body
Once lost and shrouded in the darkness
The holy radiance shines through and blinds a man to all others
A lantern lost in the dark leaves the forest darker than if never lit up

Allegiance

"So are there any questions that you have for me?" The Petty Officer in full dress asked from behind his desk after his long winded speech about the benefits of joining the Navy. The scraggly bearded twenty something on the other side of the desk stares at his hands and then consciously in the Navy Man's eyes, answering back "Um.. Yeah. Is it a problem that I'm not at all patriotic?"
"Do you have a criminal record?" The flat top with a face shoots back without missing a beat but the slight twitch in his eye isn't unnoticeable.
The twenty something searches the question for any hidden meanings or tricks. Finally after a notable pause he answers back simply with, "No."
"Perfect."

I wish every woman who's heart I've played with could sit me down
Exhaust their soul and vocabulary to make things right with themselves
So I could whisper back at them " you do not matter "
After being hurt, you never let anyone you truly respect close to you
If you did they could let you down
But some simpleton could never break your heart

Absinthe

A false sense of lucidity, I see myself floating from room to room. Each location contains a different spectrum of me. Keep asking to go to the bar in one, poking fun at a friend continuously in another, while completely silent in some. The Green Fairy holds my hand and walks with me back and forth. Her skin is porcelain white I've always admired while her eyes are like a rolling meadow off in a place you've never been to but still long for. Her vague ferocity warms my belly and numbs my face and senses. Off to bed with Her, but She wakes after I'm deep in slumber. Going through my things, my books, my phone, my clothes. All the while continuously glancing over to my immobile body, weary of me gaining consciousness. I never do, passively trusting that her body is next to me keeping me company and keeping me warm. Waking up, I'm left to deal with the pains and headache by myself. All that She's left me is the proof of her previous presence and a feeling of abandonment. 

Truer Intentions

Producing and accepting positive vibrations in an endless continuation of a basic concept

The white hot center of the world, the music only gets louder the deeper you go

Precise antennae observing the cranial surface

A million delicate points and well hidden intention is reduced to animal desire

Mouth gaping; prepared to consume a Man's soul with ease

Eyes that have examined a Man's essence, Learned it and truly know it, only to give it back.

The ground swells beneath us and feeds as we feed.