god loves the rosy cheeks that met me

Unknowingly she wrote on a train marked for Los Angeles: 13:45 5 of April

god loves the rosy cheeks that met me
god loves that ugliness
yeah, he loves to joke around me
sit, and slap my face.
He also loves me
to the point of giving me everything.
he lives within us
he lives without us
and i wonder why he's everybody.
why the one i kiss
can send me to deepest of hells
why the one in my reflection
well, his name is Zeus and you're just my pawn
we're in Ilium and the best you could be is Achilles
god hates me as well
i know he's plagued me quite a few times
I know of every place, and i know of tornadoes
such a beautiful sight....or so it looks to be
but god is dead....

things haven't changed.

The Rain Puddles a Bus

The rain puddles a bus,
"pull to signal"
and the enormous weight that drowns
my intimidated self
coincides with breathing
of my next seat neighbor.
like blurry lights
while out of focus...

this sounds of exhaust churning,
this smells like a special transport of cigarette smoke filled lungs.
and the over precaution of the time we lose...
just sitting here

here i am, with my twisted self reliance...

talking about a dog I put

On Jul 11 1:10 PM 2009

talking about a dog
I put it in very sweet
i hold a record of not sweating the stuff
fucker could hold me down for milliseconds and not care that i grabbed his whore by the neck
twisted her fingers, and called her a cunt
but his rust induced labored breathing runs through my eyes
and i begin to cough his dirty scent.
no more kicking the kids as they pass by the street
no more idling the cans of beers strewn across the porch
he's old and tired
I tell him, "you got mind to forget you about to die"
as his eyes red, and he holds my neck collar.
i could tell he's hanging on for his dear life
my young eyes see bombs and destruction
his old eyes see burned babies
right between the eyes
but he's stuck the knife in between my belly
i got no sense of right and wrong
he's got no sense of dying.