Webster, east west

The sign on the street corner served as a warning
To the leaves that rustled by the empty grey reflection.
The leaves can't stop though, and drift by, indifferent
The gunmetal post seems quite perturbed by this casual defiance.

A sin this writing! Screamed the editor!
He tore the pages limb from limb and vomited.
Mostly because of the limbs that were now in either hand
The words smokily curled in his head, and he lost all memories.
He was much like a sad teacher grieving with friendly remorse.

Lie down.

Can I lie down now? Can I sleep, finally? Rest my broken head against a pillow.
It was a bad choice I decided, To end this night on things untried.
Not true, but more or less a picture of the life I never knew.
That I never want to know.
What about you?

20,000

You know that when you can't breathe fresh air anymore,
You have a major malfunction of the senses
And begin to make nonsense
Spinning out of control and making sparks and noises
Berths, wide. Blowing balloons
Perking V- Rockets off the moon and sparking fires
Buffoon
The ears itch, the head hurts, and the mind cannot contain the relentless energy anymore
I hear, everything. Shoulders tense, back hurts now. Please
Let this be over soon

She was a fire serpent on a higher level.
I worked hard for her favor, but made mistake after mistake
And that is why, here I am a broken man
Leave me to my fate without a delay

You don't understand what I mean when I say
Never bring a gallon of water to a dance party
And never, whatever you do never hold back
Life is to short, and it doesn't wait for the tardy

It's not enough that one man can make or break another
It's that I can't stop to take a break in this whirlwind of a storm
And I don't feel even the slightest bit tired, my friend
It's just annoying that I can't just hit it and quit it.

But each wave subsides slightly, cerebral, click clack, click clack
I have to keep thinking in this seaweed infested work of a pond.
Otherwise I won't stop to breathe. Which is a lot of thought in itself, mind you.
Focus on the fuzz, blur the sharp, and bring Favio back from the dark.
The word on the street is that I made bail
But I feel hyped and sly as a snail.

No one ever made hay out of such a strong hand
Holding out my plans to unsuspecting grunts,
Cows and general people that cannot hold back their grief
To see the sight of Paul, dancing on a stage
White whale, macrophage.

No one ever thought that I could be as hurried as a porcupine
Worried I strode down the gusty boards on an august day
The sand was impeccable. I said it once.
The sand was impeccable.
No gravy could ever have washed away these stains,
This dirt
This pain that I feel deep inside.
I want to know what the end is. I want to know where you are exactly
in this picture this punctured picture
But when I'm inside the room it's small and clean
I must type for lack of sleep.
So much on the mind, but really nothing.

I just ran for a mile. I felt nothing
I ran a mile. I felt nothing
I wrote this work. I could not stop.
I felt nothing
It's three o clock, I feel nothing

I branded myself, I feeler.
You branded yourself with thought, perhaps the most thought of all.
Pray tell, do you like the beach?
Do you like the boards where streeters creep?
Do you like the way they yearn and moan for cash and beer and methadone?
I have no part in it. My head is a canvas
My face a screen. Which menu will you choose?
For from far and near everyone comes to make hay of facts both near and small.
Small and near. The plans have come to fruition
Let me make myself clear.

I was born in two thousand 8
I wrote this in 2009. And you were there for my graduation.
I am calm as a racehorse in the starting cage.
You have the whip
rage.

Evil

An evil, more stupendous than the last.
A Tidal wave of snakes
Balloons full of speed,
And Hitler's moustache
What could be more of a faux pas?

Naked breasts,
Fire breathing
And coarse humor
That destroys my soul, I don't know about yours

Frustratingly, it just seems to keep building forever
And crashing? at the same time?
He says hesitatingly...
I don't know what the hell I am talking about.

Anyways, have you seen the most recent episode of friends?

Clear Notes

Suddenly, the notes sound clearer.
Everything sounds clearer.
Um, I can't explain it, weird
Weird.

That was pretty good.
You thought so huh?
While it lasted anyways.

Look at this mess I made.
Wow. That's pretty intense
I guess I built up to it for a long time.
Its been a while huh?

A long time.
Wow, everything sounds different.
Clearer.
It makes more sense somehow.

Nature

Words of love and lust make fine sounds
But I had rather hear the sound of tired trees
Creaking in endless forests,
The waves of sand, the where salal stand like astronauts

The pools where waves start,
but never return like they should
Never get smaller.

Here in this tiny space
wash with the sound of crickets
So small I can't see my hand in front of my face
So big I can't feel the weight of my soul.

So dark, yet so light
So lost yet so bright, the discourse of utter chaos
Yet it flows one day into the next
Without the cursed comment of men

Ugh
The bugs are everywhere
I know it sounds funny,
But you have got to stop running so fast
Said Rutherford.

Lets be friends
It was unaware time aboard the craft.
Neat rows of cylindrical plastic held aloft our
boaty friends

Fortunately Stan stepped in with an inane story
Rutherford was irritated,
And then it was on their way for Jacinda and the cardboard chieftain Oreos.

All breathed a sigh of relief
As the irritated reader finally picked up where he left off.
Or did they?
The departing Rutherford could be seen
Jacinda screamed, and everything went black.
Stan said:
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It was fucking bizarre as shit
The reader cursed enthusiastically and burned the novella
This was just fucking awful.
Dammit, Dammit!! He screamed.
Why can't there be some blankity blank resolution

Jacinda and the flowercatchers
Awoke the next morning on the same dock with stan
The reader was gone, and so was Rutherford.