Let me read your mind, walk the halls and feel the walls in your labyrinth of thought and feeling…

Let me open the window to your heart, electroshock the locks apart, so I can walk through the door next time…

Let me hold your hand, talk and laugh, listen as words form meaning in long paragraphs, now I understand…

Let me be the tunnel you drive into, not knowing what’s in store, all I can do is pinky-promise…

I’ll drive with you till Heaven’s Shore…

She’s ticking…
Like the clock, telling time, or is there a T-minus?
Mistaken for an equation too complicated, ignored, never solved…
No worries, the evening news will cover this…
Let’s keep the TV off and get high.

Ignite these thoughts with the turn of a key, listen to the lullaby of carbon monoxide
here flies fresh air to love at last, a breath to take me away in siren song ambiance
tired, exhausted from fire fights, my eyes close to smile, because it’s all a dream
so I guess it’s okay to finally sleep, and await what dreams may come
it’s not the same, it’s never the same, it’s never going to be okay
perhaps that’s why I start my car the same way everyday, but
today’s a new day in a playground prison of radio waves
forecasting a cold sunrise to mark change
pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters
Jesus will count worth exactly
thank God for his patience
for I’m still in the garage
with a tunnel closing
in outlines, so fine
so crisp to blur
I feel at bliss
so peaceful
nothing
more

let’s wander
keeping in mind an unkept pile of
loose change
pair-less socks
and torn up diaries and webpages
it’s growing, this monster
so turn around
close your eyes
and plug your nose
hope you can breathe underwater
because this will be worse

fireworks
light up the sky
pupils compensate and
bodies shake with each explosion
a thrust of blood to the racing heart
a rusty engine sputtering, grinding from overuse
keep revving it, it’s going to start, it’s going to start
it’s going
going
the finale has begun

Random boners.

They’re like fucking ninjas. You never know when they’re going to pop up.

In fact, I bet even ninjas get random boners. And it takes a lot to sneak up on a ninja.

Fact: Random boners are now offically sneakier than ninjas.

I’m sensing some blockbuster possibilities… Dick vs. Ninja. Dick of the Ninja 2. Sneak Attack 4: Boner Revenge. Of course, the porn industry’s probably already beat Hollywood to it, but the titles can be reworked. It’s the content that matters.

How about a documentary: Sneaky Things: Owls, Insects, Ninjas, Boners. The Complete Guide. At a children’s bookstore near you.

The worst thing about random boners is their sheer randomness: they always pop up at the worst possible times. Like when you’re wearing sweatpants, and you’re about to stand up.

In public.

And you’re on stage, and the audience is eye level with your junk. Fantastic.

Penis: “Aye aye, hoist the flag, we’re setting sail!”

You: “No, fuck that shit. Drop the anchor, this ship’s staying put. You can walk a plank.”

Random passerby: “Sir, are you having a conversation with your penis?”

You: “Uh…”

Penis: “Ah ha! The captain’s back is turned. Mutiny!”

You “Ah fuck!”

And than, of course, at the least opportune times, your shit goes on hiatus.

I mean, yeah you shouldn’t have taken all those pills, but still, that one bitch that has all those STDs is looking pretty fine right about now. And she’s all over you.

Until she finds out your dick turned in it’s resignation papers for the night. No second term here.

And then, hours later, after passing out alone (yet again), you wake up in the morning…

Penis: “Ah ha! Surprise!”