CENTAUR

the light in the tunnel
isn't always a train
me and you tried to make it
not what it was
connected,
a centaur
not seeing our confusion
losing each other
and choosing to ignore what was happening
but
that doesn't matter:
with each happy monday that passes
we'll start to get better
regret nothing,
say something
and tell you
I love you

-ME

you minus me
means an end to the infinite number
of stupid things I say
and if life's a playground
then we're stuck on the swings
the lock,
stock
and smoking barrel of my action
satisfaction
inadequate
at knowing when to stop,
drop,
roll
and pretend to be dead is what i'll do
it's better for both of us
to take me from you

(Y)

it's torn us apart
like I thought it might
hiding what we're really thinking
drinking instead,
heads down,
thumbs up
I'm a bum,
a creep
a weirdo
and I wish I didn't know
what you think of me

TEARS

tears
for
fears
are only half the story
when the whores in your head
turn out to be pillows
and your morning glory
turns out to be wilting
like the last of the English roses
we really we're posing
for a photo that never happened
and a bloody valentine
who didn't understand
anything we said

SHORT BURSTS

people are strange
including myself,
that makes at least a few of us
trusting things we shouldn't
buying things we couldn't do without
and building things we don't know how to stop

balls dropping
situations not going where they should
and things we'd do if this or that were different
people are strange
and that's about the only thing
we can be sure about

HAPPY MONDAY

jack off
jack on
step on to what you know
pressing plastic buttons
teenage kicking
sickened 'til you can't see if you're doing it right
or not
as you tell her that she's perfect
she disappears,
one pixel at a time

†

a cross
and a switchblade
go together better than you think
re-stack the thin line
between what he's made
and you'll find that there's room for improvement
after all