Sunday, October 18, 2009


submission for a local zine <3

there is rain every where

trees are a neon fire
no amount of water will damper
all of the nights strange,
mysterious, and magnificant
creatures come out crawling
to revel in the sky's return to earth
the rain is beating burnt stale
leaves to their death life as compost
you are the tempest
against your own ribcage rattling
manifested earth's indegestion
a fruitful cleanse from decadence
the racoon scuries across the road
there is no fear in the eyes
driven by something deeper in the gut
so dark there is no room for fear
its the calm deep deep
in the center of the storm
it seems so far away and
arrives far too late
to be gone too soon
thrown to tempest again
there is no real end

Monday, October 12, 2009

Don't change

its amazing how real it becomes
only three years down the road
i can still hear the echo of inxs
playing on the jukebox
in the underbelly bar called
the next door

hiding intentions with a thick blanket illusion
turning the bar stool back and forth
a pendelum movent arching my eyes
throughout the bar from one side to the next
the bartender interjects

he's paying more attention
to the glass in my hand
than i am
he knows i'm not here to see him
he also knows i'm not here to see
melted ice in the bottom of my glass

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

my classical psychedlic

my psychic
you play on words around me
you dance around me with your words
you make me reach
you give me the sky to reach toward
and you set the boundaries for my control
i value your soul
we both live in this death world
what will you give to stay on this road

Sunday, October 4, 2009

week one evergreen education

what a beautiful thing the mind can be when it given the proper environment in which to thrive