Untitled 07/31/2012 00:21:31

So the sun sets
Left me on the shore
Underneath the sky I sit
She changes from blue to black
Like a bruise getting out of hand
On the other side of the horizon
Is another way to live
through this and through them
I guess maybe I just can't win

So the sun sets
Left me on the shore
Underneath the sky I sit
She changes from blue to black
Like a bruise getting out of hand
On the other side of the horizon
Is another way to live
through this and through them
I guess maybe I just can't win

Crown royal bag I probably promised you a lifetime I can faintly remember such gratitude  As Vague as a mist over cool grass Scenes I can recall just barely now  The shapes come to form And for long periods of time I don't recognize them Am I losing my cognitive function To sleep No Drunk and stone heavy at the bottom of the pond Visited often by amphibious life like creatures  Swim away don't get caught in the lilies Come and play  Don't be feeling left empty 

The Monster I Am

Warily and doubtfully
I proceed into the hall
skeptically but hesitantly
looking for a monster
a demon I taught myself to fear
a relic of my childhood
something he'd warn of
as he fried left-overs
he might smugly laugh
from over his shoulder
"it'll run you down...
one day."
the kitchen stunk
like skunk
and incense
and Sriracha
I would never go into the attic
past dusk
where my train set lay
with my record player
and my bookshelf
A getaway by day
the den of some hell beast
by night

Fried pig fat
vegetables
floating in grease
my spoon is rust ridden
my napkin's been used
my father coughed the day's lung
and forgot
he'd slurp rare steak tips
splash the bread into the diluted blood
and mash it into his beard
like a ravenous Celtic warrior
he'd giggle in his beer
and sickly say
"your monster is already
here"