all the pups

All the pups in the southeast
You'll be left
As far from right as our conscious can push
You'll be unkept and left with a chain
A chain to remind you
Of how we care, infinitely


As the months pass, you'll only matter more
As much as we can concieve
As much care as we can lend

Such selfish beings to cradle and to hate within the week
Tortured fools
Eating our best mates only to pet and mam when we crawl into our homes later in the a.m.

new year's eve

at twelve it's too late
the time before is rushed
cause I need to get there
the new year
the new me
the new mind frame

fuck
work is holding me in
I've got the new year to get to
I have to get home
build the perfect situation
open this stupid fucking portal
so thew new me can come stomping in and destroy myself

when twelve comes around
it's too late
nothing goes as plan
and life
still
fucking
sucks
my dick

my room is winter

drink a little till you come over
the hole in the wall next to my pillow is for well wishes
and that's how I stay warm in my head
so fucking lucky to wake up to this instead
pens and books and glasses use to share this bed
I'm so fucking lucky to wake up to this instead
my room is winter
you are the spring
this house is colder than my father
that's saying something
my room is winter
you are the spring

always failing, but only because the task

I knew I'd get around to this
this attempt
sad though it is
it is only sad when comparing the task with the talent

when I turn to my left at 4am in my bed
our noses should always meet
then our lips
and a warmth exchanged

something unsaid
unseen
and softer than the air we breathe

this caustic brilliance keeps my heart smiling