She Moves Swiftly, Speaks Sweetly

She move swiftly to hit me and take me off my feet quickly
My first and only victory in my broken hearted history.
She speaks sweetly to greet me and take me back a step neatly
A mystery full of misery and contemplating chivalry
Knowing things I see will never really get through to me.
And that she will pay the greatest price, the finders finder fee.
Watching walls through telescopes, looking for your face
Holding onto hope that can’t last another day.
Forcing fading smile that were never meant to stick
Sliding by your heart, reverberating slick.
Losing sounds and losing ground on what I meant to say.
Slipping subtle supplements of her instead of you, never seem to change the way I see the morning dew.

You Couldn't Blame Her For Giving Up

She gets me, and the fact that I move nowhere quickly, and I try to move bur fall down slickly. No epiphany, just broken hearted misery of my own self tyranny, and not falling asleep briskly. So I contemplate amphetamines, and relapse hard on nicotine, and try to forget the broken scene of living with what I deemed to be the only way to ream the seeds of what I decided life could be. I want to move on, be strong for my mom and learn to live with a different song. But I sit, linger over it, and wait for sleep to come in fits. I cannot quit for fear that it will be over quick and ill care about something more than this shit.

200 mg

It's not that I haven't thought about it for awhile, or that I don't constantly think of it every day. But I was walking home, with some kind of girly shit on my iPod. It was good though, a good 2:00 song. Anyways, I get a kick out of those speed traps. Flashing at every car. And the leaves on the ground, so crunchy. The fact that I have business cards can never, ever stop me from crunching on those leaves. I even do a two-step, making sure I get that real curled up one. And I walk into my house, slide open the glass door. It's quiet. It smells like the Febreze candle I bought. Like $6. I'm out of breath, and I have an idea. I'm going to stop thinking. And then I think about it.

Smile at my answer, leave me laughing.

I've been watching your world from afar

by the way- vote for OBAMA/BIDEN!!!

I was out of your league....

and you were 20,000 underneath the sea, waving affections.

You were out of my league at a distance that I didn't want to see.

Down to the bottom, I wanted a junction, and often there was one.

You'd surface face first and we'd share thought bubbles.

And I still believe in the phrases that we breathed, but I know the distance isn't fair to cross.

I was out of your league....

and you were 20,000 underneath the sea, waving affections.

You were out of my league at a distance that I didn't want to see, wanted you nearer.

Your depths made a pressure that punctured my works and all your fluids couldn't tolerate the force of my thirst.

I love the place, where we shared our tiny grace.

But just because it's real don't mean it's going to work!

I was out of your league....

and you were 20,000 underneath the sea, waving affections.

You were out of my league at a distance that I didn't want to see, wanted you nearer.

And true affection floats.

True affection sinks like a stone.

I never felt so close.

I never felt so all alone.

I was out of your league....

Cossonances of Disaster

bringing you to the brink of boundless energy

showing and not telling you the affects of my madness

psychosis sets sounds inside the soft tissues

grey matter dies when bodies dangle from aortic tension

lilies lost in the loving of last lines

crushing the doubts of finding sole mates

touching toes in shoes for those experiencing throes

of teenage love washed up on seas saltier than tears

rivals writhe with rife ridiculousness 

today will be the cornerstone of my disappearance 

because brotherhood is bothering the best blisters

growing up will never be so dark a closet

bleaching bodies with boldly belted baritone bouts

last screams are fornicating with the strangled dreams

conforming to the continuity conducive to connivence

conning the family that never supported the endeavour 

standing for self serving subordination

proving that playtime is the best time for planning

lingering in thoughts of living loves and loving the un-living

tomorrow will dawn and the dead will be forgotten

leaving letters leading to the living ludicrousness

ne'er impacting the world leaves me alone

depression dips deep in the drawers of destiny

and we shall see the darkness' impotence

~Where do you go when your sun has set? scales of one to ten--how uncomfortable are you with it?

I have homework for you.

Give me reading:

Love,

Digress.

Second Hand

they are times likes these that

I think of

Richard Wagner

writing Siegfried Idyll

and of

Van Gogh

quickly removing an ear

I think of John Donne

using a flea to express

himself

I think

of how I am

so compelled

by the way you breathe

when the moon has not yet 

risen 

but the sun has completely

set

and how your concealed legs

take the shape of 

a Mediterranean paradise

and the

way dessert is

so many

times more comforting when

we make it

together

and then

they are times like these

I realise 

mornings can sometimes be greeted 

with

open arms and black pupils

~Tchaikovski (Чайковский). and benadryl.

Love,

Digress

A Key Please

on the brink of time 

finding success in distance

never to admit

one steel rail stretching

from socialism to pain

establishing forever

lost inside last place

found in the vertical space

dividing today

~tomorrow forever. No Longer for i,

Love,

digress.

No More Love And i'm Still Standing.

looking past the iron-clad lamplight

above--an expansion of vacuum.

~forever home.

Love,

Digress.

run red lights

slowly losing time;

alcohol punishing dreams--

tomorrow is lost.

~Cruise missile.

Love,

Digress.

Чернобыль Сказание

dust rises while buildings crumble;

canyons answer with cavernous echos

~Crisis.

Love,

Digress