another night spent chasing
the white rabbit
and who even knows if the fucker is going to
come out and play
I’ve got the key to the doors
but who can tell me where she moved that
take it from me, man
what happened to all the love?
shellac spinning myself grinning
and all I really wanted was some
threes would be fine
those darn squirrels
scratching at my window
another night spent chasing
just another trip
before acknowledging my loneliness
and while I might be alone
don’t take this as a cry for help
it’ll all be okay in the morning
grey skies, snow drifting slowly to the ground
not quite enough to blanket the earth
but enough to remind you of winter’s
I just wanted to dance in the sunlight,
ten years after
and no one remembers my name
these restless limbs clamoring for a little
speak not till after the record stops
primal urges, love like a man
I hope you’re satisfied
just wanted to spend one more day in your
imagined or not, it sure beats going it
wait, that still leaves this hole
keeps me in closer to myself
I’m going home
and he just walked in, sat down, started drinking, sir
hiding again, behind words turned upside
downward a spiral staircase leads to bleeding walls
a heart beats, defeat in this instance bleating sheep the
tell me, whose really keeping score? forewarning aside
sliding down tear streaked cheeks, and you thought
me hollow, standing still shadows overtaken by
the night, light down the end of that tunnel
jungle drums, screeching beasts,
another menagerie to hideout behind below beside
blame these habits all you want
what is it you truly want?
and just like that, the thought subsides and alive she cries
overshadowed by the garbage truck driving
on by, you want a ride?
whatever happened to the teenage dream, indeed.
lets see if we can avoid repeating
ourselves this time
nonstop thoughts can be conquered by
a tranquil mind
your p’s and q’s a little better
you are a grown up now
analog radio squeaking obscenities
piss poor notions of grandeur overshadow
the fact I have a noose around my
neck while I stroke my
just looking for that ultimate high
wrong way, better turn around hear now
well that’s certainly surprising
wasn’t expecting you to just
rush up like that. hello,
and let me just say it’s always a
pleasure to make your
tonight’s feature course includes the already
sounding festivities of
those lovable Californian boys,
singing… no more than that
the whole package is quite the experience
if you’d only just trust me and
take my hand already.
once more, it always seems to come back
like a repeat,
these repeat viewings are being cued up
out back, remember those rolling hills of
to the destination, and like tonight
what destination is that exactly?
exactly, as a matter of fact
levee is broke.
fix it, quick just give me a moment so I can
flip my wig.
shouldn’t have stopped to review, apologies
are weak under the circumstances just
one, so far.
so far, not quite gone, still here
we are now entertain us.
stolen symmetries, the tendency to
look at how bright you might between
these sheets no more weather
broken lingo and I told you so, or
rather not. which of us is taking the lead here?
one more half. just swallow hard and enjoy.
like a gremlin. what a thought. to wit,
you knew me once.
how about that? what’s with these spaces, are they places
for hidden weight undertow, taking you all
down with me
explicitly, this distinct feeling overtaking the position
lets switch places shall we?
there now. another pawn falls
and sometimes I just have to stop. stop. stop.
and I just wish you were here, too.
are you sleeping, brother john?
oh right. this is a race. I almost forgot about the
where did the hare go? such questions better left for
better men to answer. surfs up, m’boyo.
join me in the sun.
wow, man. can’t you feel that?
of course you can.
we are one.
that brief reprieve to the bathroom was
quite the experience. there we go.
hammers. knew we were missing something.
oh, right. stop for a second here.
vegetables. there isn’t really much point to
keep going, otherwise. har har.
seems legitimately hilarious. maybe not to you.
we’re almost here though. that’s what we
were doing here anyways. that’s absurd.
right. there we aren’t.
time to say good night. sleep well all you
just one more addiction to
who knew these guns
sink sank sunk
junk threw up
white knuckled and
so I sit smoking a cigarette
feeling rather shit about the whole
what’s with this strange fascination
a demonstration of frustration
best intentions left
naked and alone just another
monday night spent at home
scribbling verses maybe worthless but
something I call my own.
and if my phone rang could I answer
do you care?
the best laid plans and you’re still unaware
of this feeling I wish to share.
just more words perhaps a symbol of truth
it’s a fine line between
any indication made might hold
more on this after the weather
Thirteen doors. Michael shifted his gaze as he slowly spun around, surveying the thirteen nondescript doors, completing a three hundred and sixty degree rotation. He blinked twice, made another spin in the opposite direction, and concluded he was surrounded by thirteen doors. Although these doors were not particularly ominous, Michael certainly felt uncomfortable.
Where exactly was he? Why was he there? And what happened to his pants?
A slight breeze brought Michael’s attention below waist, and he distinctly recalled putting a pair of faded Levi’s on earlier that morning. Faded not because they were purchased that way, but because Michael had owned them for the past four years, and became quite fond of them. The loss of his prized pantaloons only worsened his feeling of discomfort.
“Not here, please.”
Despite the calmness of the response, Michael jumped straight up, shrieking like a little girl. Welcoming or not, a voice out of thin air can do that to a person, especially when said person awakens in a strange place without their pants. Nice pants no less. They were really worn in. You know the ones.
Michael landed splayed out on the floor, slamming his head. While he was blacked out, he had the strangest visions of unicorns, and a land made of candy. Like the board game, not like that awesome television show. Unfortunately for him, there was still the matter of the thirteen doors, and like any good dream where you’re just about to score, Michael’s eyes fluttered open and he quickly remembered his initial predicament. Where did his pants go?
As he slowly lurched himself onto his knees, rubbing at the gash trickling crimson down his face, a thought dawned on him. If I could read minds, you’d be the first to know, but suffice to say, whatever entered his mind brought on the water works.
“Wait a minute. You just described his unconscious meanderings. Not in great detail, mind you, but you made sure to clarify the appearance of a land of candy.”
The calm voice returned, striking confusion in the pantless, crying youth.
“Of course he’s confused! Ya wrote it that way!”
The sickening sound of flesh being pierced by a blunt instrument was quickly followed by a loud thud, shaking the room. Michael shook with the floor as his eyes widened in disbelief.
Silence. No calm voice. Just Michael and the thirteen doors.