Fifteen minutes past the three a.m. hour

Nose wont open, eyes wont close

Ears attentive to the whispers of the house

Body combusting, heart beating

Mind racing, head deep in my pillow

Another sleepless night

Insomnia raids, stealing sleep like treasured gold

Leaving me twisted, turned in linen covered bondage

The darkness of my room is nothing new

It comes back to sight like a recurring dream

I wish I could dream right now

But thoughts consume every useless minute

Forty-five exactly as the clock beeps the hour

Eyes have their fill of the night

And won't lull towards a passive close

Pillow lays like a brick beneath my weary head

Mind saves the memories for another day

I lay flat, numb to the thought of anythingAnother sleepless night

We emulate smoke stacks

Polluting ourselves with these acid makers in our hands

Burning down peace to its nub

Dulling our senses to the whiteness around us

Falling into sweet suffocation together

The kind of mystical spiritual nirvana it takes to make it to heaven

if only for so long as to escape this hell-bent world

Long before our destined time

I can't feel you but I can see

The burnt out soul left from the ashes

Signaling for help through breathless puffs

But you've gotten so high

I don't know if I can bring you down anymore

All I can do is give you lightless stares

As I find myself dissipating

Trying to escape my clouded mind

Withering into a black toxic wick

When you sit there and stare pass the streaks and spots on your window

You can truly see the city through the mute and the grey

Passing by like small black and white pictures.

Sometimes you stop and see the moment for what it really is.

A freeway is a trail of blurry lights;

A cemetery is a small museum of memories;

A post office is still the center of the city no matter what technology does.

And as you move it becomes a world that passes you by;

A series of moments to never be seen the same way again.

At night I can lie in my bed

And feel rumbling through the sheets

The little tremors that shake the world

While I struggle with sleep

Rolling wheels and rhythmic bumps

Over steel spanning miles and years

Become melodious drums to my senses

My iron cicadas of the night

And then comes the whistle

The warning that breaks the silence

A beacon like thunder; as loud as its crack

Yet quiet to all but me

And soon it wanes as it rose

All the sounds and all the feelings

Gone before I could remember

This forgotten part of the night.

I can see my breath

Miles under the river

Fading away like smoke

From a hot lead barrel;

I can see blood

Slithering away

A tall beautiful serpent

Clouding my moonlit night

With its mottled rattle;

I can see the end

Unwilled by the water

It only mirrors what it sees

Beneath floating canoes

That glide untouched

By my watered down screams;

I can see myself falling

Into this deep enchanted slit

Losing breath to life spans of bubbles

Just waiting for a light

Burning white like the moon

To show me where to go next.

I hear if you throw paint on dry fabric,

The masses will call it beautiful.

Maybe if I threw you against these walls,

Someone will dare say the same.

Someone, who dare defies the skeptics

Whom close their eyes to our faultless display

And let their mouths label us with words

Ill-mannered.

Words and clothing only cover true intent

For they know it's something rarely seen before

We are made to be shown to the world

And transform their minds with our vision.

They will see it in our eyes

The artistry of our motions

The Pollack nature of our sweat

The colors that form as we blend

Together, the final stroke

Preserved in the mind

Long after the act is done.And maybe someone will dare call it art.

She's here everyday

A pair of high-heeled this and high-waited that

Who leaves her heart strapped beneath her dress

And drinks complexity out a martini glass

Sudden, haunting, elegant

With lips drenched in wine

Body dipped in red

And mind dry of inhibitions

Such a heavenly evil

Like dice in a gambler's hand

Rolling around every bend and corner

Until she finally lands on something worthwhile

Something hardly enticing

Like me with my teary-eyed drink

But she looks to me anyhow

Ready to make her move

Strutting her earnings

Armed with cunning and a plan

To tear away her seams

And use them to tie me in her grasp.

She has everything

I like that about her

I'm there. She likes that about me

And that's all that matters in our world

Over the nights, I've been dying

Beneath these vice-ridden bed sheets

Afraid to face the light of reality

Forcing myself upon these

Girls-- these children-- of the street corners whose

Kisses soak up the whiskey and spit out the lies

My body wants to hear;

A tragedy reimagined as a fling

You, a woman across the bar

Me, too quick to forget former love

We, eager to fall out our clothes and into each other

Half a night, half a romance written

Yet we don't fall in love in the end;

My reflection lies to me every time I see it in you

What I see isn't a man but a figure

A stalker in your eyes

Who am I really to you but

A stranger in the bed or One part of a love unrequited.

My eyes are wax dim to the beauty said to be in this world

For it doesn't compare to the universe above.

I wish to be like the astronauts that travel there

That get to see stars in perpetual night

And the sun rise over the Sea of Japan

I want to watch the Milky Way run like a rushing river

And the moon grow fuller minute by minute

To grab comets by their tails and watch them squirm

To ski along the Ganymede; Jump through the rings of Saturn

And watch Venus change its shape

Hold my breath as I pass through giants of gas

Steal diamonds from distant planets

And find my way to the end of the universe.

To watch time fly faster and faster

To find life somewhere pass this lonely world.