Demo(lishment)(nstration)

The bar was dropped,
and my chest pushes it back up.
Great feet scramble above my head,
like quiet mice
fleeing the horrible villain,
Superpoog.

How to Teach Guitar Lessons

Read the epic novel.
Dance the fancy feet.
Snatch the screaming voice.
Reveal your true identity.
Practice dissolving nitrates.
Yell at the lazy beans.
Break the pi bonds.
Type in the letters.
Eat the pineapple pigs.

High School Decisions, Scene 2

Brutal conciousness
that drags down on my shoulders.
It must die or be saved.

Lifting it is easy,
but I cannot put it down
because it is too important.

I decide to risk my burden,
and hurl it out into space,
in the hopes that another will catch it.

Gameday

The gameday has arrived,
and the air is filled with electricity.
A matrix of nerves is sideswiped in my mind
as the enemy enters into my vision.
I scream and charge.

Growth

The city is glistening,
and I do not know why.
The shimmering lights
dance softly to the music.

Gold and orange sway
in seas of silence and color.
The shadow of the sun
prolongs the night's coming.

Out in the city,
people drive home from their jobs.
The lights move with them
and appear as one dull glow.

But up here,
the city is glistening,
and I do not know why.

Acceptance

I enter the room
and watch The Batman
reveal the news.
At first he misspells my victoriuos name,
but soon corrects it and whips.

Radiohead

The music in my head
tells me what color to make my life.
I walk through the hall of blue
and watch the red accents flash,
as they walk alongside me.

The music in my head
tells me how fast to take my life.
I walk down the hall slowly
and watch the somber blurs,
grimly dashing to their duties.

The music in my head
tells me what to hear in my life.
I walk down the hall of chaos
and listen to the sweet jazz,
enticing me with their mellow harmonies.

The music in my head
writes my life into song
that never repeats,
but always resolves.

A Hint of Exotic Vegetables

Sleepy jazz and slicing cables
jar me from my dozings
and begin the countdown.
Rapid tritones,
incidental, as always,
indicate the time to depart.
Drudging off to study language,
in what would be suggested creatively.
But is it?
An hour later, my day begins.

Complicated Life

It's very complex
like a matrix of spiders.
Those spiders have dreams, 2.

Autumn Breezes

My body is warm in the pseudo sun,
but I shiver as the fog blows into my mind.
the wind howls constantly,
so that I am deaf to reason.
The mist blinds me with an image of disclarity,
and the haze consumes my vision.
Leaves shift unpredictably deep in my awareness,
colliding with all that is central,
leaving me paralyzed with anticipation.

Outside the world,
there is no fog,
no secret's descent with a cloud.
They don't know of my challenges,
the load that I must bear.
To them, I am the fading fighter,
not ready to fall into the shadows
that grant salvation.
My gloomy burden lie far beyond their intuition,
and they will never know of my autumn breezes,
the dying summer breezes that bring me the fog
and invite me to the bittersweet haze.