What Everybody Plays

What the fuck is her name?
Tugged upon and broken like a string of plastic pearls
Fell off the wagon and that's okay
She's just so cute as a lush
But I just can't remember your face
Your name
Your words
But it means something to me
If it weren't for my remembering
What should have been forgotten
I'd walk with head tossed back laughing without coughing

Two Heads Sown into One Heart with Teeth in the Seams

The ring on the finger is weighed down cracking from the pressure of the heavy jewels upon which it had been encased the king sits upon a throne upon a throat that is being constricted tightly and ever so tightly it closes... wish the room was like a lung that breathed in heat I wish it could grow warmer and more assuring more comforting and the sirens scream down and up and down through my shit town and my opinions mean nothing just a bunch of hollow words which so hollowly ring and echo into an empty hall where friends used to walk down but now not even a phantom is kicking up the dust or throwing bricks so terrified and alone the king on his throne held aloft with the aid of his inflated sense of self worth he conjures up everything awful and everything we are forced to simply swallow and I will not be left alone much longer I will join you soon and I will not be lifted up any longer and I will join you soon and I will not be writing my bullshit much longer praise the lord I'll be joining you soon and I will not be clocking in tomorrow thank god I'll be joining you soon

Can't Stand this Motherfucker

Modern man shit talker what the fuck do you do? The constant critic saying nothing but gobs of drivel what kind of hate do you hide behind? 

Shell of yourself cast a pall over the enchanted evening drunk again oh so drunk again make young lovers gag at the filth and disgusting displays placed upon the party. I sat there over dramatic pissed off playing king's cup while you sat in the cock suckers lap oh why do I care? When your name is at the tip of my tongue can't even recall it

and you are free well we are free at least we like to pretend to be but as for we well fuck it is just me I don't know you don't know if i still  want (doubt it) to but for one night I was so jealous I took my bottle and went home

 pissed off and sullen you asked me later where I was going I should have said a million things but it's just spiders and dust inside...  I made my drug issue sound like a tragedy so you'd feel sorry for me perhaps feel the rush of empathy that lifts asses from seats but behold I drown in my fucking drivel

Modern man what the hell do you do?

Constant critic shit talker girl stalker

Who are you to sing the blues?

My cat.

My crew.

Fuck you.

2016

Too Self Aware to Really Say Much of Anything

Troubled skies are here to stay look upon the ashen grey eyes she looks like she is some devil's familiar heaping bodies upon the pyre with a pitchfork stoking the fire oh sadly she is nameless to my tongue bitter and angry I hope you feel it twice as bad for making me so sad but what's there to say not much of anything to say cause it all comes beaming right back toward me right in the center of my core hovering above the third eye...

Your Food Tastes Like Shit

Oh dust dust me off dust she said Dustin, I just want to pull your fucking cowboy hat down to your neck watch the head hit the wall and break open your pores you piece of shit the most violent girl I ever met swung a fist at me drunk as shit but then again it's cause I asked her to... hungry for brutality really numb to the television's flashy tragedies she said she said "Dustin won't you shut your hayseed mouth I'll never want you like you want me." Needles to say never want me like I wanted her as well oh fuck Maria I perhaps waited too long this is a tired tired way to forget and she read the trite poetry as we played cards between therapy in rehab and she said I really spoke to her even brought moisture close to her eyes... surprise, what did she know? Go to school little fool and soon you'll see just how much the fucking tool I am. What a tool I am...