bars

you take me out of my natural habitat
placing me inside this uncomfortable building
what gives you the fucking right
to trap a living thing

satellite

bastard machine floating above
reflecting information constantly
you zoom and take infrared pictures
i hate when we make eye contact

loudener

i speak to this machine
translating shy words into epic tales
a voice forcing all eardrums to vibrate
until this loudener is no more, i will be heard

lean

inebriated structure, staggers, stumbles
occupants rattle about and collide with their belongings
without a good grip, neighbors slide through open windows
i wave and wish them a good flight

embrace

arms extend, longing to hold
lonely hands portray a need to be held
tired arms are left to starve
awaiting an embrace, starving arms crumble

walk on water

i, jeebus, shall walk upon thee, oh great sea
you let me slip into crevices between h2o molecules
flailing limbs try to tread thee to keep head dry
failing limbs go limp, water balloon lungs

sliver

how long did you sit and wait before
you punctured sock and skin
how far will you lodge yourself before
i remove you from my body

mask

put on your make up
hide your face
put on your mask
dont let them see you

brutal rake

oh what tines you have, mr rake
i push you around
screeching across cement, i force you
i am a brutal rakist

slide

before i slide down, i look as far as i can
self acclaimed king of the world gazes down from the peak
go down as fast as i can, leave my throne behind
back on the ground, looking up at what i used to be

slippers

wake up and put on your comfy slippers
you like that they keep your feet warm
you wont stub your toe on the doorway anymore
get the newspaper, get funny looks from the neighbors

baptism

dip your child in a holy stew,
may your religion carry on
tell them the story your parents told you,
may you one day be proud of this monster

heavy thoughts

think you can rest your brain?
open your hand and support your head?
muscles strain to support heavy thoughts
arm bones buckle and drop the problem

chain

this chain is the captors tool
it makes slaves of the innocent
opresses life and disregards ideas
this chain will break and hold no more

waste

stack your trash as high as you can
climb each piece of junk, each memory
stretch your sight toward the horizon
a museum of humans atop hills of waste

fashion vigilante

look fuckwad, you cant wear plaid and stripes together
thats a fashion emergency punishable by law
and since im a fashion vigilante i wont call the fashion police
but i think i might have to punch a hole in your face

jobless

so hard to find a job
economy hates a kid like me
need a better image for the working class
not a punk trying to slide by

lost my receipt

you owe me 9 tacos
plus interest equals 7 tacos,
dos burritos, and one tortillla cheep
you pay to stomach

birds head

youve fallen through all the cracks
like the bag of birdseed i spilt
spill your blood in spite of them
all because you have a birds head

circles

this paddle pushes water
trying to go north
if only you would paddle too
we wouldnt be going in circles