The End of Daydreams

I know I used to have them
Those long walks inside my head
strolling through the gardens of thought
a small walk besides the memory grove
feeling the winds of electrifying beaches 
and jumping through loops of neurons
hiding behind lumps of fat
hissing at other things like that

I don't have those anymore
some say it's the end of daydreams

Bedridden

These days when I wake up
I just stay in bed
and stare at a screen
sometimes it's a laptop
sometimes it's a television
but mostly it's phone
until I fall asleep again
I think I'm bedridden
in some strange 21st century kind of way

When The Water Turns Red

when the water turns red
and my veins start to appear again
when the dust is in the air
and my ears regain their sense of hearing

The soothing strange feeling of being intact
a small reward
and well worth it

her/everyday

i see her everyday
and every so often i think
this is the day
that i will finally be able
collect the necessary courage
to say "hi, i like you"
and not be terrified of what the answer will be

But that is not today...

Tedium

Everyday is the same
it's the same breakfast
the same show on the radio
the same news in the news
the carpenters are still there
there is still a mountain to climb
and another one is always right behind it as well

the same dinner
the same weather
the same McJob
the same McSchool
the same house
the same room
the same bed
the same dream.

Mr. Rye

gently fall apart
gladly light a spark
friends never lie
said the enemy of my enemy: Mr. Rye

Clogging the Tubes

Open the store
start the sale
your life is nothing without our style
so go brag about it on your wall
where friends pretend to care
but in reality are just clogging the tubes
that carry your current existence

Crowing Cock

Ingesting that red liquid
let it flow down
and ruin my bowel movements
let it flow down
and build up my high.

The soothing sounds of a hangover
that annoying crowing cock
bankrupting my mental capacity for patience
and resistance to sunlight

Stuck On Loop For The Most Part

Floating on through this weird little episode
sometimes called the living life
sometimes called the journey of dreams

I'm stuck on loop for the most part
the same morning with the same tea
the same evening with the same coffee

Staring at existence through a rectangle
building it up to make you jealous
building it up to make fall for those lies myself

Geting ready to slodge

getting ready to Slodge
maybe someday it can pay off
all my past mistakes
and little misdemeanors

Supposedly a tiny pause
just every once in a while
is deemed healthy by the ones in the know

gettin' ready to slogde
and I promise to do it Superfluously

Summer Fling

A summer fling

it's hard to think

can not focus

lifted up

floating with & on clouds

sitting by the phone

thinking about the summer's fling

Let it Brew

Unexpected things do indeed happen
give it a while
let it brew
then bask in that one moment
until it moves past you
like the fine individual you surely are.

Cheese

It gets worrisome
when your phones can do more
than those that have walked the moon
when your cars drive better
than you do
your doors open by themselves
your kids take care of themselves

and yet you still greedily crave pointless things

Pretending To Be Somewhere Else

It came creeping behind the corner
round and about
twist and doubt
Hanging on to old routines for too long

And we when they finally do come around again
and again and again and again
I’ll be there facing the other way
Pretending to be somewhere else

Forward

cumbersome it is
when all you do is sit still and wait
troublesome it is
when all you do is move about and get yelled at
because you were to late

Forward is the only way they say

Dancer

A fly on the wall
buzzing quietly
about to fall

The early morning drill
nothing happened
but get up that hill

Still waiting for an answer
I wrote her last
I guess I'm now her dancer...

Stranded

It's tough to be stranded
when you haven't got that one specific book with you


But that doesn't matter
because right now I really need
to get this fire started

Hello to the Rest of the Week

turn on eyes at the crack of dawn
extraordinary amounts of coffee
listen to radio for too long
clean up someone's mess
dump it to some other person

That was just Monday.

Words of Wisdom

Up in arms
about hats and farms.

Celebrate the dead!
but don't turn red

Sewers and rats
wait, where are my hats?

Bleed

We all bleed
and occasionally feed
We shed our fear
behind the tear
We turn up dry
before it's time to dye
We like our hats
to remind us of our rats