Bubbles

there it goes again...
your head fills with pain...
you probably got
bubbles in the brain ....

youll never be the same...
forget your own name...
bubbles oh you got so many bubbles
tiny little bubbles in the brain...

you're now a trainwreck
with nothing but troubles...
shooting holes in your neck...
leaves you shuffling along
with a head full of bubbles...

oh its time
to pay the pied piper...
you'll soon be either
dead or in diapers...

bubbles...
you gotta lotta nerve...
bubbles bubbles...
hope you like to
walk with swerv....

bub abub bububub bubbles
in
the
brain...

did you think
this was a game?
there's no one
else to blame...
if you're lucky
your troubles will double
with each little bubble...

that makes its way to the brain.

He's been shooting dish soap,
it's helping him get clean
if you know what I mean
such sad, little bubbles...
leave him with no chance or hope.

Here here man

                 10
Reverser in neutral.

"How low can you go? " spoke the smoke to the fiery hell inside.

Velocitudes; attitudes of broke addicts.
Wont buy a bitch a walmart. Wont stand. Its my ditch. I dug it deep. Let me sleep off the morning's failures.
Aim if you wish. This frail fish flopping that I am.
Destiny is a burden.
Blamed all of them.
But I am the only one carrying this armload of guilt.
Lumbering alone to untied-shoes,
Friending the fallen fiends+)
In this together,
A mantra
A TETHER
5446
what's your #
no wonder
This swim feels wetter
Hold me.   Under.
Hold me down.
Safest with a cheek to ground.
No falling for angels.
Just plummets and stalls
Finding courage harder
Than finding a eunic's balls

Terror isnt a type of dog.
Terrible is a type of me.
Too many itchy Triggers
Since presidents were wooden-toothed wiggers,
Last laugh having motherfuckers...
Nothing new to see
blue collar curse
Fell on. Felony fun times.
Frayed the edges.
Shoulda been afraid of the ledges. Awoken broken to shouting judges.
From concrete-cracks,
hatcht an attack
with a wall to my back,
emptied out soul-pockets of moldy grudges,

Let's Go Happy

lets all go happy together
or one at a time

forcast for the day:
heavy happy in the am, with a chance of giddy come noon

I'm happy with me
you should come happy with me
its fun you will see
I happy all the time
sometimes on the way to work
sometimes I happy all over the walls,
happy on the bus
I get happy just giving happy away
to those less humorous,
here have my happy
and my happy faces
whenever I'm happy in happy places, 
happy has a way of taking spaces
out of the middle of ugly tastes and erases the basis for all sorts of basket cases,
this amount of happy just so happens to leave traces, like slugs and skid marks

a small craft advisory isnt enough 
to save us from the pill-born hill storms in pucashell uniforms,

have some extra helpings of the always hardy of happy,  heaves of who the fuck cares, we're not even sure what kind of happy where after, but its just in time for our staycation in the rafters,
why just the other day a man in town, flaundered on the fence, filled his pockets full of happy herbs, wandered into a pansy pettle pile, and fell crippled to laughter.,
put on your River boots
we got mud puddles to go
Frohlich the day away in,

not everybody has happened to have our kind of happy

Come on, what are you waiting for, right now I have a train, happy train full of happy people happily having haven't had those kind of habits, the ones that leave you feeling like rabbits ,

Barely Bearable

I'm just smart enough to be pissed at myself for the things I do and that's pretty much all the time.
I'll probably be famous someday for something embarrassing like falling asleep with a suction cup on my forehead.
We all want to be so much more than what we really are.
we spend so much time arguing with reality.
Never do we win.
Maybe I'll get famous for inventing the the proper emoticon for suicidal.
Some would say I'm just being dramatic,
but that's only because I haven't taken hostes cupcakes and asked for a ransom.
Please know this. 
my battery is getting low.
The Shattering of myself is complete.
I just hope there's  enough glue
on my fingers to keep the pieces
I like in place
as I build a new me.

&To all of those who decided along the way
to jump ship as if it were sinking,
yes life goes on
and No I will not be returning for you.
I hope you learned how to swim.
Since you now wonder what happened to jeffrey and popeye...
I'll let you all in on a little secret.
I killed them.
No bodies.
No evidence.
Just the empty stare you find on my face.
Just silence for once
while i try and sleep.

skin hidden

The roses I grew
for no one,

came in as suddenly
as wetfeet in a storm,
 
knowing it
only
makes it
worse,

eaten by that which
eats at us all,

                   hunger.

De-hyphenated on Parchment Paper Maps

Imagine if you will
This everything
you remember
will be forgotten by your decendents
you were expecting more
and now
somehow you feel cheated
somehow someone lied to you
About everything magical
But here we are, the lot of us
We're all on the same beach
Looking free
waiting for the tide to
come in take
us away from fear and flesh
No matter how long i
tread these waters
One day i will have to drown
Swallow gulping gasps of oh noes
Give up and in
No more holding it down
No more keeping it out
Sometimes its as if
we all forget together
Do We forget on purpose?
All of us have to die
I am watching
my father's corpse come
over the horizon
The ravens want my eyes
Even though i saved
their only son from
eager claws
The drowning and forgetfulness
that is to become us all

All that i am remembering
Will be forgotten
All that i am made from
Will linger only slightly longer
dusting the shelves laid bare
And forgotten to the sea

The Idled-slow sideshow

a year in the making,
a whole lifetime of aching,
No end in sight
No end to this insight

It always starts with the fingers falling apart
with yesterday's phone parts
falling apart as if I got made out of spare parts
someone else's livers and hearts
what exactly am I made out of?
I thought I was a new person
just hold
but I'm just old
parts of older people
make my living selling top-shelf, self-help books from my own self hell
for what
Just another one of the left out overnight kids
one of those containers without lids
useless to the masses
unless you got scars on your asses
Or pass a few of their rape based classes

I am dying.
Not like a flower or a metaphor.
For sure.
This my bones tell me in the evenings
where the sun is dim and fading.
Believe I did, in this impending train coming full of fury around the bends in my vision. Snucked and sneaked till my soul squeaked slow it down
Needing something sad to dance to
Had it all
Lost it all.
And there's more to be forfeited
in futures lost to addicted
forests of misery
beckons to me beautiful
women kill me or kiss me
but will they miss me?
Some do
and some regret not
forgetting enough.