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Some-body’s gotta die-
everybody’s just some body
anyways right?
I guess that’s just life.

Let the gunshots blow; nobody gotta know.
Even Goliath can be felled by stone.

His mother’s crying in her only son’s graduation seat, holding a diploma.

Can I please get a moment of silence,
for all those no longer with us.

Father forgive us.

Green tomatoes fried before they grow.
Quiet. Find an unidentified body
on the side of the playground.
I don’t remember not feeling old.

Our only exits are off 77&85.
Trap or die
slow.

It’s a cold world out there-
Some just don’t give a fuck.

I drove down a deserted road
somewhere that felt somewhat
like home-

blowed-breath in my lungs:
medicine for loneliness.

The darkness is my closest friend.

Where I’m from
thugs say there’s nothing wrong
before they swallow their pill bottles
in their tears.

This isn’t a piece of fiction.
You couldn’t write this shit
I know.

You

You have made me believe

that I can be happy with someone forever-
and never regret a single moment of it.

Let's hold eternity,
together,
in each other's arms.

It's amazing:
embracing the love of your life,
in spite of the mortal constraints
imposed upon it.

Cut out all the ropes,
and let us fall.

Wind-walker.
Whisper-psalm.
Light of the world.

You stuck me blind as a dog,
now I can only walk with you by my side.
Without you I am lost.

Seeing my-god. She speaks sweetly.

We talk on a regular basis,
because I need to keep her aware
of how thankful I am.

You've seen me through,
and through.
I can't do this alone any more.

Only you can full-fill me now.
Only you.

Who else
could prove
that both miracle and dreams
come true.

I pursue the desires of my heart,
and delight in answered prayers-
you've answered all of them.

You are the poetry to my soul.
There is a special place in my heart for you,
where no one else can come close.

My art-ifice.

Every line I ever wrote was for you;
and only you,
can be repeated so many time,
and still make it sound beautiful.

You.

Bastard

"Don't get a speeding ticket."

I chuckled under my breath.

Tonight I drove home(the only one I know) doing 100 most of the way, slowly. No seat belt. I laugh to dislodge the frogs in my throat. No vacancy. I might peek my head out the windshield, but at least I will have broken through it. No inhibitions. I'm holding nothing back- you should try it- for once.

I am my father's only son, but that doesn't keep him from treating me like a bastard.

We are only acquaintances- I've realized I don't know him at all. All those years, behind those heroics, you were poisoning yourself. The first time I saw you intoxicated I stopped wanting to be a pilot. Hardly anyone knows I can fly, I don't discuss it much.

I picked you up from jail this morning. You had on last nights clothes and your morose expression- that face you put on when you know you've fucked up really bad. I know it well[though the same can't be said for you]. I don't hold it against you though.

"D'you mind if we try the silent [insert noun]."

No: Silent treatments never heal their immutable causes. Terminal illness speaks loud. There is a disease breeding in the gold. Now you keep trying to read into my blank stares as if you will somehow comprehend the meaning behind them with your beady eyes. Somehow.

Don't get your hopes up.
My poker face is cold.

"I'll make it up to you."
"You don't have to make anything up to me."

You've done enough of that already; and we both know that you won't. We'll just go on leading our daily lives. 2 minute phone conversations. 'proud of you', and 'love you': as hollow as woodpecker songs. Routinely whittling away in whistles and wistful thinking. Anyway.

We've both made mistakes. (I tucked that Glock into the small of my back and felt wholesome). I forgave you before we even spoke. Before you(or I) awoke in someplace that doesn't feel anything remotely like home. Nobody is perfect. You came mighty close. I really hope you get some help. I dealt with it on my own- it is no method for the weak of heart.

I am my fathers only son

but that doesn't keep him from treating me like a bastard. I fear that one day he'll be out cold, for good. My tolerance for your behavior is growing as thin as your tolerance for slow drinking. I love you, but face me when you embarrass me. I think you are a coward, when you don't.

Stand up to your demons, I can teach you how. I seem to have become the grown-up of this family, somehow-anyways. Now I'm showing you how to be a man.

Fight me, but you will not win, dad. I am not going to let you push me away. I will suffocate you if I have to. I am getting closer to the truth. The kerosene is soaking-

let it burn-
it feels oh so good
oh so good
rolling off the tongue

Now you understand my love of words.

Immortal

Sacrifice has become an easy burden to bear; however, one does not build muscles without tearing them apart. Watch: I don't struggle anymore. After piecing my puzzled heart back a-part, it returned tempered, from the hot-coal'd embers. I'm frozenerating.

I talk to God on a daily basis.

(S)He looks me in the eyes when we hold our conversations. They are often overstimulating- so much so that they may even bring me to tears. Forgive me. I may have fucked up in the past but now I'm walking straight as a sober saint, with the grace of a tightrope walker: no fear.

All you need is love. Seat-belts. I'll lose my thug, if I can steal your heart. I'll wear my leather gloves and creep up-on you in the dark...

It's not what I was, but who I've become. I painted scars into stars to shed light on black lungs. My breathing is deep, abysmal even. Peace is beautiful- you should see her in the flesh.

Rest, in peace. I would face death, for thee. Take your best shot. I will not retaliate. I will take you by the hand and kiss you on the lips. This is what life was made for. This.

Passion is one hell of a drug.