Worry On Mute

One more wrinkle creeping up the face of the village idiot
Another sign of the empirical apocalypse
But that isn’t news to him
And it ain’t a revelation for you either
You’ve seen this movie play out
Act One was a bit confusing
Act Two was where the fun began
(If that’s what we’re gonna call it)
You don’t know what to expect out of Act Three
Neither does he
But you don’t have a say in this script
You won’t get a writing credit, no
Silence was your input

Don’t worry too much, though
It found its way into the story

Caution.

Always on the wrong side of that very defined line.
You’re not too fucking bright, are you?
Nope.
And you’re giving me dark thoughts.
But you were never a threat.
You never will be.
Keep trying and this is gonna get very gory, very quickly.
I wouldn’t have a second thought about putting a hole in that ego of yours.
It’d be too easy.
I’d have to get in that mind and really start breaking you down just to appease my time.
Claw away at those little threads of dignity you still have left.
Plant a time bomb at the center of your pride.
Drag you and that which makes you joyful straight into Hell.
And when that’s not enough, I’ll just put a dent in your fucking head.
Fix your fucking face.
Maybe a good disfiguring would change things.

This isn’t something I want to do.
But you just had to take that leap of faith into the flames.
And as far as you’re concerned, I’m the Devil, motherfucker.

Dueces

Consider this a notification that I am officially done with this shit right here.
Fuck the odd hours.
Fuck the side work.
Fuck the uneven business.
Fuck the yuppie lunch crowd.
Fuck the constant complaints.
Fuck the “goals” and “standards.”
Fuck the dramatic behind-the-scenes jibber-jabber.
(Really fuck the ones who start that shit.)
Fuck the insistent ridicule.
Fuck the policies of which you ignore.
Fuck the acting I’m doing every day.
Fuck the insecurity.
Fuck the responsibility.
Fuck the opportunity.
Fuck. This. Place.

I’m out.

I Didn’t Want to Kill Anyone Today

That there title sums the whole thing up pretty nicely.

Lunch with loved ones.
Giggles and wry smiles.
Innocent gestures.
Free thinking.
Productivity.

Today felt true.

Sometimes I Get Woozy and Things Make More Sense

I like that feeling you get when you get up too fast and stretch.
Light-headed and comfortably numb.
I’d be something else if I could go through an entire day like that.
Because I hate those lost seconds.
The ones you spend waiting or listening.
I wanna fill those voids.
Close the gap between what is relevant and what is lost.
We really don’t have time to waste.

These day dreams are getting anxious.

If You’re Not Trying To Turn Me On, Quit Hitting Me

Over and over and around in my head
All these words standing at attention
Waiting to be said in all the wrong places
To be whispered with all the wrong intentions
To be be screamed for all the wrong reasons

I don’t know why they come out the way they do
When they do
If they do

I’m not caught in moments
I’m stuck in motion
A constant race
Left-side vs. Right-side
And your pneuma is the pace car

Because there’s just something about the way I dislike you
Something about the reasons you give me
That draws me into that deceptively elegant web

I don’t know who you’re weaving it for
But you caught me
Goddamnit

(in)Different Strokes

Logic has taken a backseat today
Churches on wheels
Coffee in a pint glass
I didn’t want to get out of bed
My least favorite place
There’s too much empty space in there
But I was comfortable in it this morning
Snug in the isolation
I wasn’t restless
That nervous energy disappeared
No call to arms
Just surrender

That ain’t normal for me
And it ain’t good, neither

Maybe tomorrow we can get back to the chaos.

And Here We Are

Never was a parachute.
Just the anticipation of the fall.
Saw it from the clouds.
X marks the spot.
Hello, Deep End.
Knew we’d reacquaint.
But I can’t stay.
No, not tonight.
Don’t you tempt me.
I gotta let these wings grow.
Let the wind get underneath them.
I’ll fly one of these days.