Travel Companion

There's a hole
a deep chasm
The meaningless flash of faces
that lift, hover
and leave
Leave you to crawl
into your own bones
pick at the outside
whither and bleed
Eroded and broken!
Grasping at fragments
of a life
flashing by

Fetal

More and more, the young man would fall into despondency.
So much so, that when he wasn't in this state, he felt that
he was just in-between. A temporary break in the pit.
Much as he liked to appear strong, (and he did indeed crave
emotional strength) at his core, he was desperately lonely.
He would wonder, and wonder, sometimes into the very realm
of the nature of existence.
At the end of the wormholes in his mind however, there
appeared nothing but a bleak expanse. This expanse was
void of meaning and seemed to cry out to him, that there
was no meaning. Meanings are created. If you can't make one.
Then there is nothing.
That is why the young man felt so alone.

A Thought

As the ego I never knew
I had fades away,
a quiet kind of confidence
forms.
So that's how it feels..

How'd I get here?

A Beast By Any Other Name

Got a new housemate
I like him ok.
He had an interesting
far-away look
on his face
as he told me about
his Grandfather

- bayonet through one lung
playing dead in the corpses
As the boots
of the soldiers in grey
surrounded-
and walked by.

A Minor Complaint

Getting a little tired of
food going straight
through me
Getting a little tired of
heartburn 24/7
Haemorrhoid s
most of the time
Getting sick of
my half molar
falling away
slowly
nerves exposed

It was never this bad
when I didn't care
-time to catch up-

Needle in the hay

I once saw a movie
that played a song I had
never heard before. It
moved me. Then it went
somewhere in the back of
my head, but the melody
kept returning. I tracked
down the artist through
technology.

He stabbed himself in the heart.


His name was Elliot

The moth will soon be dead

What is it like for you?
Could it be near the same?
even though every frame
is different?

Just like snowflakes
-Yeah.

All eyes are liars
do you feel?
Life is perhaps
illusion.
Reality isn't real
-Not really

I walk through this city
and I don't understand
I turn on my tv
and I don't understand
I stare at the ceiling
and don't understand

But I like what I feel there.

Really

I do..

What's it like for you?
Sometimes -
only sometimes

I wonder