Passed out in your yard
My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered drone
All my limbs are numb


the_casualty

The night has fallen down the staircase
And I, for one, have felt its bruises
Equilbrium; inebriated
Our social graces have been displaced

As we sink deeper int

nonsens

do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
bah-duh-buh-buh-buh-buh
does it matter now, what the songs about?
do-do-do-do-do-do
buh-duh-bu-buh-buh
does it matter now, what the songs abo

driftwood

He swam steadily for most of the day. Suddenly
he found himself approaching an enormous
floating cavern. Could it be an island? Pinocchio
looked closed and he saw two huge rows

sierra

In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
there's a girl playing hopscotch with pink ribbon pigtails. And
her mom calls out from and apartment balcony, "Come on baby!
Yo

a_red_so_deep

The furnace burns, the baby turns
She cries when she's hungry
The morning paper will knock the door
To interrupt their slumbers

But are you satisfied tonight, o

driftwood:_a_fairy_tale


making_friends_and_acquaintances

Loose-lipped secrets
I've seen those birdies chirping
Another promise perched on their fragile branches
Cradle and all...

We all hide a diary beneath some mattr

harold_weathervein

Harold walks down any street of this town
both crier and witness the sun drops the clouds shift
his legs twitch

the clocks chime on the cafes, pharmacies, and dime


adapt

I want the rich boy...
I want the rich boy
But the rich boy, he doesn't want me...
I like the pretty girls...
I like the pretty girls
But the pretty girls, they

the_martyr

And so it's begun
This is year one
The birth of a child in the form of a man
Wrapped in towel
Passed out on the floor
These drunken hours -- graces deflowered <

am_i_not_yours

who's your school friend?
he left you some messages
he'd love to see you again
thinks your ideas are brilliant and
since you've been going out for coffee with him lately,<

after_the_movies

After the movies
In the parking lot
We stared so long
And you kissed me
With ripe young breath
So I kissed you
One night as forever

In the

mothership_mothership_do_you_read_me

your navel is yearning for an extension - a ghost limb
it cant detach from mothers loving grasp
your starving - its burning for the nutrient it cant have
were all cut off alo

the_rhyme_scheme

words have no feeling
without loaded meanings
words take too long to come across
meanings are meant for
defining definitions
we load them for effect
it's cheap