In Order to Express

I know why
I write —
my tears need
someplace to fall.

My love
doesn’t look pretty
typed out.

You don’t want
to hear me love —
it wouldn’t hold
your interest.

My pain
bleeds vivacious beauty
typed out.

The moment
for words
is during nothingness.

I need words
when everything fails
to help me cope.

I’ll take a sip
and then write
some more misery.

It needs to get out.

Awake For More Answers

Gleams of light
shine through
the windowpane,
as night
disappears again
colors explode
from the bland scenery.

Lit a cigarette,
sip some
milk foam and coffee,
the pretentiousness
seeps through.

Been watching —
waiting till sunrise.

Trying not
to miss a beat,
headlines flash,
infomercials inspire,
atomic energy harvesting.

Maybe being asleep
isn’t too fruitless.

I close my eyes.

Why the Media Sighs

We want to promote
sexism,
racism,
environmentalism,
terrorism,
capitalism,
individualism,
nudism,
skepticism,
radicalism,
voyeurism,
traditionalism,
moralism,
totalitarianism,
escapism,
zombiism,
but most importantly
we want to promote nothingism.

We want something to catch our eye,
but not our mind.

We want to drool ourselves
off this planet.

We only want to listen.
We never want to question.

We are mostly whores,
some are pimps
and others are Johns,
but in the end we all get fucked.

Grab What You Call For

The blank stare,
looking off
into someplace
somewhere.

There is nothing
to be seen,
only distortions
as fog consumes
our lungs.

On the boulder
of millions of pieces
the water rushes
to barely kiss
my feet.


Consuming the calm
begins to drain
all the colors
into a numbing cauldron.

Let it slip.
Let it feel real.
Let it be just right.
Let it only hold one truth.