a shout-out to the girls, about a boy

you willingly display
our picture everywhere...
and i have to
wonder if that
means something...
anything...
call me up,
you know i'll
come by...
i always do...
because i live
in a land of make
believe
with no one to
shelter me from bubble dreams
and i'm ashamed...
so sad, this renegade
but until these
stars burn brighter,
you know the #,
and i know the address...
see you in 10

the gamble

and i told
myself
profusely
you wouldn't
give me the
time of day...
so we made
our bets with
egotistical grins
what the hell,
i struck out
once tonight already
under the
neon lights....
i reach my destination
with lyrics in mind:
shot down a
girl in reno
just to watch
her cry...
and so the
sours are
all i've got
to make
life more sweet...
upon your arrival,
all bets are off
you can't
help a lost cause...
and then you
told me
it's a quarter
past eleven
...jackpot...

if you got 'em, set 'em on fire

tonight, there's 420
reasons why i should've
stayed inside.
420 reasons for me
to stay out of trouble
(out of sight, out of
mind)
But i become so alive
when you go to bed
i think it's because i can
rest a little better.
so i gather up my 420
apprehensions and i
hit the streets,
hit the bottle,
hit the bong,
i hit until my knuckles bleed
and it all adds
up to another night without you
(whoever you are)
and i hit the hay

written on the whiteboard

random thoughts,
they collide...
and if i can't write with
direction, well then...
where the
fuck am
i?
so you articulate,
while i
masticate...
whatever that means...
i'm running out
of room,
out of time,
out of bearing...
and i'm lost

Tonight I'm breaking out the preparation H

and i thought
about how it
would pain me
tonight to
sit down
and write this
about you,
for you,
and also maybe
for you too (two)

and i thought
if i two-stepped
through this
brilliant dance,
you may not
recognize my
play on words,
i could evade
all your probes
and only the
thought it might
be you would
propel you into
mediocre madness.
like the dish gnomes,
you stole what
wasn't yours and i got bored
of our lack lustre conversation

and then i thought
about it, well
not it exactly,
but you.
and i believe that
justice may be blind
but have faith in
our families to judge.
i'll bear witness
& am willing to be
victim to your burden
if it pervades
incarceration.
but the verdict is
in, so let us
claim, maim, & blame
the guilty party,
it's time... so let us
incinerate &
incriminate.

and i thought
that you would
believe this is
about you,
and maybe
you too (two)
but all of this
comes back to
me & this pain
in my ass.
and i can't
tolerate this
metaphorical victory
so tomorrow i'll
protest why
i pay to fail.
for now i'll
contemplate
how to break
this to you
and you too (two)

too late to say i'm sorry

apologies belated,
wounds
already healed.
the battlescars of
friendships lost,
fade each passing year

forget it all... it was make believe, i promise

and this repetition,
you're being
so fake
makes me convinced
these feelings
are fiction