the bottle

it is my home
or was
now

whenever i could see
straight ahead
i was on vacation

after a day
or two
of no clouds
in my way

i heard home
calling
with a warm blanket
a hug
and a kiss on the cheek

so i went
i couldn’t resist
after all
is was home

castles

if
i didnt have
you
id be living
in a castle
of bottles

under
the ground
scribbling
and shouting
my thoughts
into the great empty

then

masturbating
till i passed out 
from the pain
of friction

the present

nonsense
is
a gift
to hold
close

swallow it whole
and feed yourself
pointlessness
embrace 
meaninglessness

then
have a ball
and dance 
the darkness
away

tender

the cover closing
you go
to the shelf

the feeling
of you
remains

i sit
with it for awhile
appreciating the affect
you had 
on my being

i feel the loss
of my friends
never to know
anymore
about them

Tomorrow

i wish today could be tomorrow
and tomorrow yesterday
to disappear from a moment
and return another day

today, i cant handle
tomorrow maybe

Big Gestures

i make a move 
to you

i open my life
for you

but you think the gesture small
a deal wasnt made
about what i just gave

so my love was dismissed
and i rejected

Rage

my rage know no bounds
its unending
and fueled by lack of commitment

stand up
get offended
speak out

your opinions
fuel change

im enraged 
by your container
holding justice back

Sun

sun kills
my appetite
for living

its beams burn
my eyes
my chest

i want nothing more
than to get it off my back

bring the clouds
the rain
the night
the solace