no title yet

like nothing I'm doing is real
feeling bad for trying
sometimes letting my fingers run wild
across the keyboard cut
coarse in the screenlight in the
night in my bed in the house
I've lived my whole life

I'm doing nothing real
I know there's not much more I can do

I can't say I've tried very hard
because I don't know what to do
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the accident

somewhere
...in deep space

a world hurdles

stops+
opens

cosmic dust
collides+dies
hitting the door
opening the once
moving world

I am riding a piece of dust

...somewhere in deep space

I collide with a once moving world

as it opens I fall
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COLUMBINE
9/11
IRAQ
AFGHANISTAN
GUANTANAMO
KATRINA
EARTHQUAKE
TSUNAMI
BANKING
CRISIS
HOUSING
CRASH
MARKET
HAITI

THE OIL SPILL

there there

I want nowhere to hide

to feel like my eyes are bleeding again


no more
well adjusted nights
inside the box

I need to leave

there I'll be watching peoples feet
there there'll be no mirrors watching me

there there
there there

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going 2bed

1
darkness is leaving with LED lights
no more blanket
lying awake nights
now that we see
everything

2
arm lops over the edge
of the bed
laptop lights
up the room
tonights the same again
typebullshit+
checkfacebook

skin follows bone
twitters running
in keypad clusters
across my arm hair
getsomesleep+
shutthefuckup
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4 train

1

scratch over everything I write recently
I can't be satisfied
girl with mouse eyes looks looks away
just
sink to my stomach and stay there
scratch away white painted over
black walls

FUCK ME
I NEED A MASTER
BEEN LOST FOR TOO
LONG

can't make songs
with these notes

2

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

look down at my feet
where do they lead

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

hand surfs
open carwindow waves

WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

objects in mirror
may be closer than they appear

GOING SOMEWHERE/?

3

dropped down fromd dads shoulders

shoes carry me home

soles wear old

feet carry me home

skin breaks

bone carry me home

bone buckle

soul carry me home

4

I can do so much more
stays still for awhile

passing under
train thunder
rush roar

I'm not the only one
trying to get somewhere
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in the box I need to leave

who could possibly play
portray
him in a film
that little
swaying
mouth
a moon
like on a chart
open with
the sea
between us
distanced
in skateboards
and kitchen
table
I face
down
to him standing
on the floor
moving his
shaking legs
my pen
making
scratches
on blue
post-it notes
next to the fridge
in the box
I need to leave
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UM

4 poems 1 morning

1

woke up early this morning
my dick hurt
played with myself too much yesterday

2

flossed to feel
my gums bleed

3

drinking last nights
undrunk
cold pot of tea
told myself
no TV
in the mirror

4

opened my notebook
and wrote
closed the computer
didn't want to wait for it to load
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summerdays

stomach always full with snacks
looking for more always
running up
down the
stairs and back to computer screen
summerdays
looking for more always
mirrors summerdays
start to talking to myself
I'm suddenly an emcee
I'm suddenly in a movie
I'm suddenly looking for more

snacks always looking at my reflection
in the glass doors in daylight
only weak ghost lives there
maybe a mouth and my clothes
colors summerdays
maybe I pretend more things in mirrors
or masturbate and look at the light through
the sheets or speak in voices to myself
or reread stuff I've written

3rd song of notes played through the divine instrument

TO KNOW TRUTH
SPEAK TRUTH

TO SPEAK TRUTH
PRACTICE

TO PRACTICE
ATTEMPT

TO ATTEMPT
TRUST

truth is what can not be said is
truth moves in ways
lips can not make
truth speaks in language
ears can not pick up
truth is thought
we didn't think to question its existence
truth is

2nd note played on the divine instrument

where did this light come from?

what started this pursuit?

what ends this understanding?

: : :

the light is endless
the end is never reached
its source is never seen
its understanding never gained

some new lyrics

apart of an UMcoming project involving and not limited to: music

hot ass
humid outside

girls walking out by
the tire shop

wearing tights
with the bright colors
on they
hot ass

yeah I got that mellow

lime green

lemonade color

icy fade away

rolling

growing

they okay they slow motion:

in a car playing
this shit
rides by phantom
outta
ear
plays on the window through the window

go through
mesh-
get more millions
of little holes

and that voice inside of you
tells you

'write a poem
about this shit'

car riding by the apartment
outside on a hot ass summer day

music heard rushing
on the wind the sound
gurgling for a second
in your ears.

LETS GO COME ON!!!!!!!!!

did anyone v.4

A great deal more
than seems
sensible appears

did anyone v.2

A great deal more Did anyone use the dry ice
A great deal more which was in
A great deal more the ultrafreezer
A great deal
A
A great deal
A great deal more in Fisher
A great deal more over the weekend?

A great deal more

of it than seems
sensible appears
to
to be gone.
to be
to
to be gone.
to to
to be
to be to be gone.
to
to to be
to be gone.
apears to be gone.

a great deal more appears
to be gone.

a great deal more appears
to be
gone.

If not, that's fine; I would

just

like to know.

did anyone v.1

Did anyone use the dry ice which was in the ultrafreezer
in Fisher over the weekend?
A great deal more of it than seems sensible appears
to be gone.

If not, that's fine;

I would just like to know.

18 poems 1 viaduct #6-11

6

just the wolf
in nike SBs
+fitteds

the wool
no seeing

no reflection dracula
no sharp teeth
bite your own arm off

7

they don't really know
you have to watch that shit

and respect how
people talk

and not try and sound
like an esse

saying homes and shit

chappelles show then
nick at nite

wake up
backpack between knees
driven to school

saying nigga not
n-word

8

writing about someone
is the worst possible
thing you can do
to someone
turning them into
this shit

9

morning cartoons
pajamas
---
eggo waffles
apple sauce
---
citydaycamp t-shirt
beach fridays

10

pigeon shit
get used to it
the smell

viaducts a
streetlamp stadium lights

11

a lot of people
I've known
don't do shit now
---
wish I had more to say
talk about a lot of nothing
all the time
---
I still don't know
who
I am
I still don't know

how did it happen: EXTREMELY ROUGH

god I don't want to live with my parents anymore I go to an
early college in massachusetts and it makes me feel
real grown up but on my own is what I would like to be

grown up but during the year I would hold her hair and
feel her eyelids pulsing on my neck and I would
look at my hands and think they're too young for this
kind of shit: how did it happen

that I look down at my stomach no shirt on it and theres
black hairs that are around my bellybutton
same surprise:

I'm at jewish sleepaway camp that I don't tell people I went to now
because its lame and I was on a canoe trip with
this girl who we would makeout sloppily while everyone else was
cleaning up site and we were sitting on a bench by the quarter operated eye
over the fox river in wisconsin and we told each other
'I'm glad your on this trip'
'I'm glad your on this trip too'

I looked down at my bathing suit and my legs and saw more of them than before
I went into the restroom at the rest top thats where we were
and read the stuff on the walls of the stall then stared down at my leg hair

how did it happen that I'm here and can't concentrate because firework
sounds coming in through open windows? from stargazer lily's---
my mom told me they were my birthday flower
cuz when they bloom its close to my birthday
which it is and it freaks me out and now I'm gonna ask again

how did it happen?

butterfly fuck that shit

butterfly
butterfly butterfly tramp stamp

poem
poem thats edgy and current right now
look at me watering all this shit down

into an -ist and an ism and nothing
that just settles and sits

on my dry tongue

the truth is I really hate this shit

its what I love but I hate what happens when I write

I put more

'butterfly
butterfly butterfly tramp stamp

poem
poem thats edgy and current right now
look at me watering all this shit down

into an -ist and an ism and nothing
that just settles and sits

on my dry tongue

the truth is I really hate this shit

its what I love but I hate what happens when I write's

into the world

fuck that shit.

shitty soliloquy

I don’t know nothing its too much too know
I know I’m full of shit and its a lot of shit to know I’m full of
And its a lot of shit and I know I’m full of shit and it’s a lot of shit to know
I’m full of a lot of shit and I know I’m full of shit and it’s a lot of shit to know I’m full of

THC: TONIGHTS HONEST COUPLET #2 rain

I thought the fireworks were footsteps I peed
in the bathwater and talked to me in the mirror