portland

it didn't seem to be in the cards
i asked dilegently
pulling fates wih my left hand
(it still feels a little awkward, even after the surgeory)

her brown hair frames her face
she moves her fingers slow over my drunk skin
calming the storms
the waves let up just long enough

the bar echoes with chatter
poets and prophets alike
drinks fill cups, swords stab backs
i am buried in her green eyes

confessions spill all over the parking lot
tears run from the lovers' eyes
they kiss hard
an anchor rips into the beach

bacon and eggs

there are pigs in the hen house

sucking yolks from the nest

crying clucks pierce the heavens

slimy swine

clean the dust off the cob-webs

relocate

buckets of piles

paints and brushes

a lot of efforts on these shoulders

moved into trucks

on black streets

each of us hit

clash and separate

a good start to something inevitable

surely

one a new heir

another a new promise to build

something grand

partner in tow

dust and lemony scents fill their noses

burn their eyes

two soft kisses

and a few strong words

making moves

jobs fer sail

force fed focus

his broke speech chokes us

gifted gab

unemployed

part time dad

gives all but anything

to evoke this

burnt fingers

(the roaches)

living life times

lost in single daydreams

something always

strategically

placed in every

sc(subliminal)ene

a queens suicide king

to a fools fiend

beach fronted on

the breeze bends blindly

while the waves wash their worries

seemingly this does not concern me

except the small fact that

we are all taking cover

under

the same sand scraped sea shell

wearing thin under the perpetual pressure

in fascinating fashion

deep and vast

but more grey than blue

(perhaps more me than you)

piles of skin

shines with sin

some very beautiful

others with sad on their smiles

(not worth whiles)

show me grace

and slow the chase

crows take the place of seagulls

while land locked fools

fall asleep

in their rental chairs

lose their cares

while the tide floods the beach towels

lost at sea.

crushing waters push us below

with a crash

murky mud madness

the pressure of the endless blues pulls the blood through my skin

poor by poor

drop by drop

my heart beats hard against my ribs

i can taste the iron from my gums

but today is not the day so i release the sails

the sea swells

tossing me to the current

not unlike a pack of wolves

picking my bones clean

nothing left to waste but a sad soul

i need a siren to sing songs of hope

for my heart longs for my lover

she took the last life raft out of this hell pool

smart girl

concrete waves tend to leave even more distinguished bruises

and her face is far too precious for such

a porcelain doll in a gravel mill

im no fit captain and my sea legs wobble when i stand

let alone chase

so going down with this ship is hardly heroic or noble

just inevitable

He was served a full plate

of ill fate

the pain sat and continually ate

i just couldn't relate

costlycrisis

grinding teeth turn the tale

selfish speech spills the spell

dreams of green

souls for sell

so famously he falls to fail

kolor

the bees settle in

(b

z

z

z

z)

with a harsh sting

to break ground

for a foundation

a brand new hive

deeeeluxe

reds bleed into yellows

setting the tone

for the insects home

the queen proudly sits atop her throne

the workers couldn't be more ecstatic

they buzz

and gossip

with honey on their brains

peaches

come sit a spell

do you remember when your sky fell?

like baseballs through my window panes

like they say

when it pours it rains

so i can't help but forget names

a real shame

but I've got one eye closed

tryin to keep it in my lane

cause that's the next best thing to bein sober

birthday party bring the smelling salt

underlining tones set the mood tonight

something lit in blues and pale yellows

i feel like a big time hollywood director

focusing on the feel of the room

the house is loud with chatter

drinks are poured quick and messy

sticky rings of boozy syrup line the counter tops

and my stomach is warm with a familiar sentiment

drink up baby

stay up all night

it's a celebration

for my birthday

twenty seven long years

a number that seems to follow me a bit

but thats a different story

tonight we drink

hard

another pull after another pull

the glass feels cold on my lips despite being left out

(there's often a chill in this house, they cut a lot of corners fixing it up.)

the numb starts to settle in with with a fuzz

so many welcome faces

laughing, catching up

stroking my ego

good friends

and better foes

crashing the party

like rats in the pantry

snacking on saltines

shitting where they sleep

passing on the cheese time and time again

so

I'm drunk now

the street lights swirl in and out of focus

and the outside air burns my neck and nose

she kisses my numb lips

and i cant hep but question her motives

I'm a sinking ship and tonight a storm is rolling in

between clips of coherence

and thick belligerence

we make our way to our local flea trap

"bartender, please ease my worries.

another round for me and the sweet girl with the emerald eyes."

getgetget

puddle jumpers flock in numbers

to wake their eyes from sleepy slumbers

so i sit and stare

pretend to care

because when she's not round there's no love in this air

i used to play with matches

some build cathedrals

others play with matches

we are narrow

the way we carry ourselves

so much pride in so much madness

so much comfort in so much illness

the kids need the sun

need the cancer

need their fathers

some write

others hang themselves on their day off

hardy har har

he's got high hopes

but still walks tightropes

but as sure as he sinks

she floats

in a bottle

like little love notes