Six Bad Months Don’t Make a Year

January 23, 2015

six bad months don’t make a year.
remember that this time next year.
when everything is still dull and gray;
the sky is white velvet
and the ground is wet.
don’t remind yourself that those people told you
its easy,
“just be happy.”
and don’t remember that this is your fault for not choosing
don’t remember that you are doing it wrong.
don’t remember that happy is normal
and normal is happy.
or that those couples are perfect,
that life is ideal
and there’s an objectively right way
to feel.
Do remember that
we all die the same way.
having never asked to live
but having done as best we could
with our accidental ‘gift.’
happiness isn’t always a lie
but it is always collusion
between amino acids
and nerves.
You have nothing to do with it.


November 27, 2012

The stars are grazing
on infinite black turf,
galaxies whine
as they spin.

The oceans are playing
with shores they touch,
an endless game
they can’t win.

Trees are worshiping
their sylvan gods,
for the sermon
that won’t begin.

And, the earth is sleeping
in motionless calm,
sometimes a stir
from within.

Yet, here I am at work
my meaningless job,
selling widgets

Hung Up On the Fridge

July 2, 2010

Bored with every second hoping something changes
and dreaming so big that it doesn’t fit in.
The ringing in your ears is always your fault
that shouting that you hear can all be drowned out.

So people cut it out, cut it off and destroy it
hoping all along what they kill is you, but
stomping on your heart like nothing really matters
and pulling out your hair you¬†decide you’ve had it:

People tell you to save ’til you think you’ve earned it
keep your torments in ’til you feel you deserve them
don’t waste a second being someone who is worthless
if do your damn job then someone will reward it.

What ever happend to those pictures you painted
and hung up on the fridge just because you made them?

Well, there’s nothing like a mountain standing in your way
to make you feel small enough to appreciate
every single second that you aren’t in the plains
and all those wooden bridges that you left in flames.

Here’s another sad story, another broken heart
another tragic ending right from the start:
You never learned a thing while you were in school
you always acted out lashing out at the rules.

But there in is a lesson that you’ve yet to learn:
There will always be something important on a page you’ve yet to turn.
And some soggy sunday will be your last
Did you die in your sleep? Or just stop existing.

You can hope it doesn’t happen you can hope you’re good
enough to fix the problems you have hidden in your blood,
but no one is immortal, no one will survive
the ending is eternal, but so are all the lies.