exit, stage leftrightcenter,nowhere

self inflicted, why?
the thought of never, is a long, long forever
and it floods my thoughts like rolling waves on the surf.
300 months. The counter hasn't stopped.

rite of passage

No cure for this malady.
Prevention ain't fun,
but when the sickness creeps up on us,
underneath the wrinkles on my face,
wide-eyed naivety still?
And the fading remnants of a smile,
clenched teeth.
I fear regret; at what cost though?

bleeps of sonic indulgence

nobody no one nothing else just me.
it's a simple equation dividing subtracting dividing
a factor percentage of me.
always a simple conclusion the ending,
beginning an ending embarks on a journey;
a destination; me.
monkeys on my back i'm opening a circus
with nuts and chimps and nuts and me.
crunchy, all natural, primal primates, their(they're??) nuts, nuttier, nutty not.
chewing on bark, and sticking sticks through the ground;
chimpy chimpanzee.
fuck. monkey. not apes. monkeys are fucked.
we watched the chimp beat a monkeys brains to death.
We taped it and showed it. we watched it.

you were here

They tell me change is good.
But when you get left behind, all you can taste and feel is the dust and the smoke.
Clogging your lungs, and leaving a sting in your eyes.
Remnants of a better past.
I try to touch what was once there, your hand your hair.
All is air.