the clothes in my closet are dead men
the clothes in my closet are dead men
they swing and they sway and they twist and then,
they fall...and they fall to the ground.
I'm still awake but no one's around.
Nobody here but the dead men,
the dead men that hang like clothes in my closet.
Only I watch them their flailing stop,
only I hear them when they drop,
only I feel them when they fall
right by my bed, against the wall.
This morning in my closet I hung all my clothes,
but why are they gone in the dark? No one knows.
My dear just look closer, they're still there I suppose...
the clothes of the dead men, all in neat rows.
I see over my head the shadow of a noose,
faces of dead men scream to be cut loose.
The choice is mine, there isn't much time
or one day I'll join them, hung with twine.
Then I'll turn and I'll sway, I might even dance
with the dead men that hang like clothes in my closet.
grapefruit & tea
Basement shower
Left alone for an hour
Just my fourth bottle
Slipped in the tub startled
Grapefruit sugar-free soda
Sure sign I’m going down
Wistful casanova
Trapped in this bathroom town
Detox Tea
Candle on the counter
Yoga, classical records, silent plea
The signs are getting louder and louder
But I can’t hear
Drunk for dinner
My mind, I looked slimmer
Send me down to again
Washing away my sin
With grapefruit body wash
I can’t breathe under water
But I can dance, just watch
I can lose myself and all I taught her
Peach Tea
Surrounded by Epsom salt
Praying amongst the weeds
Forget it was my fault
I can’t speak
dance
I used to dance
among the trees and grasses
among the rivers and leaves
I used to dance
with the wind on its way
begging and pleading that it would stay
But like everything else on this earth
the trees
the grasses
the rivers
the leaves
will all pass away
Even the wind
won't be able to stay
Why must they leave?
Why must they go?
Why can't we dance?
I can't possibly know.
wishes
Eyes twinkle in the soft glow of the moon
and the crickets and frogs are singing their tune.
The stars shine on the water
reflecting their gleam.
Nothing can compete
with stars such as these.
Silver and gold
laced into the night
catch a few wishes
in their great flight.
I wish I could be there
singing with the frogs and crickets
Then I might make
a few more wishes.
My lost boy
I know that out there,
somewhere,
there is a boy.
just as lost,
just as lonely,
as me.
And maybe,
one day,
one hour,
one thousand years from now,
we will meet.
And when we meet
we will be best friends.
He will hold me
and whisper all his secrets.
Can't dance
and it's too wet to plow
but we will make it,
somehow.
As long as we are here
we are never lonely
we are always free.
We may always be lost,
we may never find our way back,
we may never live out this cursed life
but whatever becomes of us,
I'm glad I share this broken path with him.
The burdens I bear, the pain I suffer,
is all worth it,
for a lost boy.
Rest in peace
I stood at the side of the ship, running my hand along the rough edge.
The saltiness made me remember the scent of raw flesh.
Atlantica, siren of the waves.
Rose from the waters and whispered my name.
She swam these oceans, hunting meat.
She came alone, approaching the fleet.
Her trident in hand, raised to the sky.
I knew then, I was destined to die.
I looked down at my body, pierced by her spear.
But before I died, I let her hear.
I was coming for her, she’d better lie low.
I’d be back for revenge before the sun’s glow.
I slipped into death, becoming a ghost.
Behold there stood a deathly host.
I stared at myself with a menacing eye.
Now it was Atlantica's turn to die.
I still felt the trident, protruding from my body.
Her death, I would copy.
The air smelled of fresh blood mixed with salt.
The waves were a deep emerald.
I plunged beneath the sea, catching a glimpse.
Of her tail, a reddish tint.
She screamed a celestial scream of death as she looked upon my face.
My hatred and rage set my body ablaze.
I smiled as I pulled the trident from my chest.
And drove it into her own, her eyes closed to rest.
I inhaled the scent of blood, my revenge was now complete.
I was able to finally rest in peace.
you know what? Fuck you ALL
I’m hopelessly fake
I’m just a prop
People like me for the adventure
But when it comes down to it they brush me aside because I’m just an entertaining act
Can’t see past the joke
They’ve only seen the picture I show,
now that’s that’s all I see
Broken heart again
nobody ever stays
They all say I’ve lost my head
She drowned in the bottle left unattended
Keep laughing the show it never ends
Tragedy, love, she just couldn’t see
Blame it on the charmer the snake never bit me