"some days i may express myself in curious ways"

i miss the snow days
now im living inside dog days
sleeping three hours a night
im running low on juice
cravings for a mental break

speeding past the point of no return with my middle fingers in the air
lost my mind a while back
im locked in 'safe mode' (i swallowed the key)
will you join me?
push you against the walls of my head
catch us in the moment. frame us like work of art.
sweat out all the love in my body out of my pores
forked tongues on skin
just begging to dive in

---but---
you told me you were in love with the idea of love (not me)
and i told you to stop smoking

because only i kept the cancer at bay

im not a superhero- im pavlovs dog

are you the bell or the meat powder?

vampire money at its premium (and im buying in)

you burn the candle from both ends
living life as a mover and shaker
im just living life as a b-side
a chaser to all your late nights
(tete a tete with the 6s and 7s)
im calling for pistols at dawn
even though im not worth the bullet you scratched my name into
even though im not worth the blood, sweat and tears you put into
hunting me down
better bring yr silver bullets because im such an animal
if i told you my insides were neon would rip me open and keep them
even if it killed me?

this is just a knife in your gut (but with a twist)

im down but not out
forget homesick
im seasick
when you get this please beam me back to my home planet

im hanging off collarbones, im teething on hipbones

i am the whites of eyes and she is a basketcase
push the envelope and maybe we will make it to the backroom
lungs full of nicotine
mouths full of insults
everyone has their poison
wolves. deus ex machine. red bull. supra footwear. jeff buckley. grey and gray. digital photos looking like polaroids.
and i like 3D movies
they make me spin all the way to the bathroom tiles.
watch me brag my vices to the mirror (eyes closed, always)
and, oh, the floors never been so inviting
and the lights never been so striking
kicking the weekdays in the teeth just to blow it all on the weekend
lay down next to ripped halves of photos
slept all through the day(dreams)
woke up in a shoegazing mood
blame the bad weather
but the one thing you can always count on with me is that i am always half there

rough work, but we wouldnt have it any other way.

crazed young animals
either howl at the moon or let the vet put you to sleep
(hot or cold, never room temperature)
natural disasters
we will ruin everything that you hold in high esteem
rip open your head and see what makes you tick
now,
gutter stomp when the breakdown kicks in
fuck.
see me shining like pearls for the first time in my life
next to the perfect teeth in the magazines
compensate for being rotten on the inside with wit in spades
just pucks of pooks hill
dear you,
migrating east
tell me
are you running away or coming home for the first time?

i dont think i can write anymore. i cant clean this slate with such dirty hands.