a romantic

to mel, i really am dying
to brittany, i was already dead
to amanda, i really hated crying
to kara, i loved the head

to natalie, i really wanted to buy

all the things that you said.

but

love isn/t worth trying
unless its

in.

a.

bed.

you boys

you boys got heart.

dont let them take it
from you.

though our youth is waning

we have our passion.

yes.

they have those eyes
their hips
those lips

that way with them.

but our potential is endless.

yes, boys

we have heart.

dont let them suck it dry.

we are everything!

yet nothing...

without them.

as i smoke

as i smoke a cigarette

and the crickets play
their violins

i realize that what i know
is who i am

and these things
i know

i will somehow

somewhere

forget...

oh well

they say there is only one
but i have many.

i sold my soul to the world
and now i dangle
on the brink of hell.

oh well...

some ideas

some ideas just come to you.

they come when you expect the least.
when you think you couldn't be worse off.
when you're ready to give up.
start a new.
move on.

when youre ideas have lost interest.

they throw you a quick one.
give you the ol' one two.
kick you in your ass.
let you know they're worth a damn

They flow with glorious ease.
with a vibrant nature.
they are untouchable.
priceless.

and then there are those times you think you had one.

but you really didn't.

and this..

this is a prime example.

love

love cant save me
it cant swallow me whole
if there is unconditional love
its definitely not between one outside my genepool

people get old
buildings get old
ideas get old
it all gets old

the secret is to try something new
and not expect anything.

live the opposite.
against the grain.


There is no promise of a future
because the future is uncontrollable.
you couldnt mold it if you tried.

it is what it is
was what it was
will be what it will
be.

boomerang

when i was a kid.
They gave me a boomerang.
plastic and day-glo green.
a reward of some sort i suppose.
dont really know,i never payed much
attention to those details.

anyways.

it was an utter aerodynamic failure.
or maybe i just threw the shit wrong.
either way.
damned thing never came back.
only had one chance to show itself what it was made of
and it failed miserably.
settled upon my neighbors rooftop
for years it was there
perched.
day-glo green fading in the california sun.
sitting there.

taunting me.
mocking me.

pathetic!

useless!

and then it was gone...


its funny, the things you miss.

At least I'm human

I have these encounters
with creatures of some intelligents.

Not sure if im awake
or dreaming

but how can you tell really.

Their appearance is welcoming.
Some can even be captivating.
Beautiful.

They talk and I understand.

They eat.
Shit.
Sleep.
Fuck.

Some I like more than others.

They believe in a thing they call love
Apparently It is supposed to be highly regarded.

They try to find a meaning to their lives.
They try to find a purpose.
a way out.

Many I have talked to Look to the sky for they're meaning.
Their purpose.

Others just eat.
shit.
sleep.
fuck.

They bicker and complain
over how things should be.

And even start wars over their differences

I ask myself
How could this be?
How could they live like this?
are they mad?

I take a deep breath.

But they are just creatures...

savages..

At least Im human.