troubled with the tv on

slow pitch and miss
i can't get anything right.
missing everyone is a bitch
especially when they're still here.
three years and i haven't done anything
worth showing
it's all hidden on the internet
so no one can see.
i don't even know if this can count
but it does to me
tied my faith around a desperation tree
hopefully it'll come back to me
my sense of self importance that is.
a pond is as deep as an ocean if only your head's goin under.

whateversworse

come over here with your axe
i've said it all wrong again
don't kill the messenger
cause it's all my fault in the end
anyway
i'd love to make you happy
if i could only make myself
i don't wanna put it that way
but so does everybody else
"when i'm home alone i just dance by myself"
set sails for freedom
hit shore short
i've messed up completely
and my wishes are a joke



life's just an act and i'm only a stagehand.

smitten with the mitten

i never meant to stay this way
only kissers in a lovers' game
and hopeless kids in hopeful heads
couldn't dare to dream a better end.

and death slides close to me

a doctors' word is as good as his scalpel.
i'm feeling dull.
most likely to be infamous.
sew myself some dignity
i gotta keep warm somehow.
i've got a bet with the moon that stars don't mean shit
only when it's you wishing.
brisk is the new greeting
cold is the new hello.
recycled boys take out golden trash
i'm not a real boy
but hoping to be.

my nose is growing.