Tuesday night was always dull
however this one was oddly full
of events from 6 to 1

I don't know what happens
but suddenly alcohol sharpens
all your inner untamed inhibitions

Why is it so?
That when I am with you at night
I am always hit by delight

You're there and I am here
and so is she
but there is a certain kind of comfort
that elevates me to feel to resort
to what "us" is

That meaning that floats
over seas of oblivion
over mountains of stupor
over valleys of friendship
for the lack of a better word

Here, order me another drink
and let me drown
whatever makes sense
tonight

Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur;
I have not slept in between
I do not have the luxury of
Having a rendezvous with my bed

Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur;
And you are its perfect metaphor:
Viciously fast and vague
But I know a vice when I see one

Tuesday and Wednesday is a blur;
I'm weeding vices out one by one
Like coffee and/or cigarettes,
You taste so good

How do you leave ?
How do you just decide to go.
Far away as you walk into the light,
Far away from this place you call home.
Who is going to stop you from yourself,
Who is going to notice your absence from the next 24 hours.
What will people say,
What will people do.
Why should they care now,
Why would they ask how.
When will i become oblivion,
When will i be needed.
Where will i end up ?
Where would i rest.
And most of all, will I be just another *salt particle mixed in the ocean

You were the light that got me through the darkest of times. I wanted your heart & soul, but you weren't willing to have mine.

making coffee, burnt
toast; blind tuesday 4 o' clock
you fear you're in love

My gums hurt-
the toothache is hard to swallow
when we
mend the broken bones
with the loose change in the couch
and the buttons from
worn out cargo shorts.

Take standard biology,
an ideal economy,
and authentic authonomy
with a grain of salt.

We can't find or feed
while we bleed.
It seeps from cortexes
into yesterday,
into today,
into some
puddle
huddled around the fire
for warmth.

We melt just as the ice cubes
in your lemonade
on days
where
nostalgia has no
tranquil, oaky shade.

Stand at the length of lions.
Its breath is about as tolerable
as greed is swallowable.

While these dreams go hungry,
we feast.

While wolves
eat our spines as meat,
we are sheep
turning yellow from the heat.

Deserter.
                _ _ 
          / Bird _ in\ the hand,
Snake /of a feat\her,
  Sa/nd b/low\i/ng in the evershiftin
win/d.\  \  _'_     /
  I'\m only empty pockets now,
M/y heart is full of sin.  
  \
./.
/\

If someone thinks its Wednesday but its Tuesday
Technically it is Wednesday not Tuesday to them
Because days are a human creation and they don't have name
And so when someone believes its a day
To them it can be that day
Because days don't exist.

You are the person
That makes me want to be stronger.
I know you see me
As your little brother,
And trust me
I will cherish these moments,
But one day I will get older.
I hope you're still around
So I can carry you
On my shoulders like your boyfriend.
I know you're not
As crazy as I am,
But maybe, just maybe,
God will let it go my way.