ObiWan Kenobi
John Constantine
Anthony Hopkins
Will Graham
Mikey
Icarus
I fly for the sun
only to burn
and
when I awake
I return a prodigal.
The most rare second chance is given in the form of a kiss,
and I must promise to behave
but
I am offered the choice
to fly for the sun again.
And I scream my reply,
a flagrant
"fuck yes".
I love the way I burn
so bright, horrible, and hot,
only to plunge into the ocean.
A grave of shifting gray,
cold,
and all alone.
only to burn
and
when I awake
I return a prodigal.
The most rare second chance is given in the form of a kiss,
and I must promise to behave
but
I am offered the choice
to fly for the sun again.
And I scream my reply,
a flagrant
"fuck yes".
I love the way I burn
so bright, horrible, and hot,
only to plunge into the ocean.
A grave of shifting gray,
cold,
and all alone.
If our buildings were gods
how capricious life would seem.
A dance between the legs of the ill-tempered
would rip the world in two.
A dance between the legs of the ill-tempered
would rip the world in two.
It was a beautiful day to die.
Perhaps she should have been alarmed that she had this thought at least once a day. But then, any day could be her last. Death was to be expected, welcomed with a sleepy sort of joy or fear.
And it would be so easy to just drift into oncoming traffic, into the path of a semi or a train. So easy. Then it would all be over.
It would be still.
There would be nobody to disappoint or try to please. There would be no constant ache behind her eyes or nagging hunger in her gut.
It would be quiet.
And just a little too dark, like the day that she died.
And it would be so easy to just drift into oncoming traffic, into the path of a semi or a train. So easy. Then it would all be over.
It would be still.
There would be nobody to disappoint or try to please. There would be no constant ache behind her eyes or nagging hunger in her gut.
It would be quiet.
And just a little too dark, like the day that she died.
My mother tried to set me up again today.
That poor, poor boy is so lucky I am not even a little interested.
What's this silly rush to get married, anyway?
What's this silly rush to get married, anyway?
Flashcards for Carter
I am going to make little laminated "What to do in certain emergencies" cards to go in the glove compartment of my future hypothetical daughter's car. Think about it. They would be so useful, wouldn't they? Especially when you are in an emergency and you freak out and then you remember you have a little manual to follow and you can calm down long enough to deal with the shit around you, right?
Adam
Your songs are a challenge to my soul:
To never let my art become stagnant,
To always be alive and growing,
Stretching to new and better things.
Challenge accepted.
I will be alive in an aura of purple.
I will accept love and joy and happiness
So that I can give them away again.
And we will be remembered.
I will finally
not be
alone.
To never let my art become stagnant,
To always be alive and growing,
Stretching to new and better things.
Challenge accepted.
I will be alive in an aura of purple.
I will accept love and joy and happiness
So that I can give them away again.
And we will be remembered.
I will finally
not be
alone.
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