The Camel's Back

I would spit venom
In your eye
As you were lying there
Drunk as fuck
And praying for sex.
I'd kick you through the wall
And all the house
Would fall on you.
Your face the reflection
Of my rejection of you.
Words spoke too soon
With no ears to listen.
I'm more furious
Than a Bengal tiger
Whose stripes glow red
With deprecation,
I need a vacation
From your bullshit.

A Discourse on Momentum

I abide by the law of gravity
To stick always to the ground
And never to the sky,
For I fear that I would float away
To deconstruct this perfect scene
Where imperfection steals the stage.
I could lie in the crook of Atlas's arms
And permit his authority to govern
My corporeal character,
Despite my endeavor to keep pace
With the race of the moon.
A monsoon would further propagate
Such provocation of reaching the nation's shores
Upon the tumultuous swell
That cracks the Pacific sand like a slave.
The mythical mantra uttered,
My hands grasping new land
As the esoteric cloud coverage splits apart,
And the sky is endless, open, and blue.

Character Names

I could make just one word
Sing like some exotic bird,
Or train my heart to
Mitigate my howls for attention.
I circle parties to stain my stomach in beer,
I fear I'll abandon hope.
I cannot cry over spilled milk.
What gain must I obtain
Before I am happy with my life,
In this crawling stretch of skin I'm in.
I detect the sin of humanity
In my solar plexus,
So I pull up my diaphragm
To make it squirm and struggle.
To my dismay, it does escape.
What piece of scrutiny
Must I heed, but mutiny,
For it's all I've ever known.
I'll forget who I am with a new mask,
And find that time
Is defiling me.
I'm beguiling myself
Into believing differently.
Identity is truly an amusing place
To lose your mind.

Dealing Duality

This versus that,

As a matter of fact,
Is a misconceived notion
Running deeper than the ocean.
For all is one,
And one is all,
And even though
We think we are small,
Our cause of nature,
Our evolutionary tact,
Has caused the soul to echo back
From salts and clays,
From mud and earth,
In death, departed...
Returned:
REBIRTH!
And from this point,
Perception
Seems to focus less
On me.
I become again
An earthquake or a baby boy to be.
The rationality of duality
Forever lost on me.

I Am Myself, A Disguise

I am myself, a disguise
Who's prior shape implies
The myth.
The man created,
The vacated host,
And it seems the former
I have loved the most.
My face, a ruse.
A mirror to amuse
My arcane humor.
I take for granted
The sins of a mortal,
That in my life,
I am beyond my own
Control.
Each whim is sought
To perpetuate thought
Like a blossoming rose.
Upon wind that shakes
The Earth,
I retire to my worth.
I am worthless.
A shell knowing nothing
But empty space.
I taste the sweet complexities
Of a life all mine,
But not for a moment
Do I satisfy the deep thirst
That I do burst with fervor
For a prayer to sleep.
A care to keep
Or hold like a newborn child.

Lost, Unfound

Your heart turns a corner
And speeds away.
It roars through the rain
On a darkened day.
The gutters of buildings
High above
Collect the quiet of
Our retiring love.
Your lips are knotted
As you come to amass
The godforsaken sins
That have come to pass.
So I hear the heart flee
Out of love, out of hope,
And I pray god saves me
From this violent scope.
Our love has fallen
And skinned it's knee.
I will forgive and forget
If it crawls back to me.
I will kiss it each night
Before I sleep.
My broken heart to swallow,
My soul to keep.

Voyage to Euphoria

Your smile is a ship
I'd like to sail
Across the Atlantic,
Carefully calculating
The course and speed
And curvature
Of your leering lips.