Somnambulance Pt 6

Lights poured into my eyes
“Where am I?!”
I thought I shouted
A man and a woman
Came into focus
The man was tall
With brown hair and glasses
The woman was average
With fair hair
She was attractive
They both wore white suits

“Hey, he’s awake!”
The man shouted
I asked my question again
“Where am I?”
I tried to lift my head
But my fatigue
Weighed a ton or more
I couldn’t move
Even if I wanted to

I decided I didn’t want to

“You’re in the General,” The man said
“General?” I barely got out
“Hospital,” the woman finished
“Oh, dammit… my head.”
“You got struck by lightning
And were in a car accident,”
The woman explained.
“Oh.”
“It’s a very rare occurrence.
That’s why we were studying you
To better understand the condition.”
“Ah. I don’t care. Let me sleep.”
“Okay.”
They left the room
And I was alone
I fell asleep within seconds

Screaming woke me up
I forced myself up out of the bed
Still stiff, but well enough
The room was inverted
“What the fuck?”
I wondered if it was an effect
Of the lightning strike
I stumbled to the door
And walked out into the hall
The place was on fire
Bodies were all over the floor
Most of them were torn and ravaged
Down the hall, I could see
Two men in black with sunglasses
And a huge beast behind them
Also perfectly black
…Grendel?
The two men walking toward
Held pistols in the air
Before I could think
The beast leapt at me

I woke up
The man and woman doctor
Looked down at me again
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a nightmare,”
I said

Or was it?

For the Man that Hates Everything

The crooked hand and the bee
Shakes through the broken glass
Of the window
Like the mutt out of the rain
Smelly, cut, jagged, wet

I know what I like
And I know what I don’t
And if you ask me
I will tell you exactly that
Then call me prick
I don’t care
Or I don’t want to

Musk-soaked covers
Atop minuscule-y heightened beds
The ticks and fleas will be at ease
If they can be mislead as we are

What a great feeling
To hate everything
And not even know it

There’s nothing here
There never was
Quit dwelling on it
(I’m really not)
(It’s just that it’s been so long)
(This pain has developed into
Second nature)
(I don’t know what to say anymore
When I finally feel no pain)

So just complain

A beautiful gift
For someone else I suppose
Oh, it’s not bad, I’m sorry
Just what exactly do you get
For the man that hates everything?
It’s the thought that counts

(Based around a dream and certain things people like to assume about me. It doesn't flow very well.)

Snibe

Why should I stay humble
I don’t need a god, I just want one
My body may be small
But my mind is infinite

Cleanse me
Break open my skin
And heal me
I want to feel something else
Besides futility
And humiliation

But I truly do love myself
Most of the time anyway
And when the big guy comes
And tells me “how it is”
I just cringe and bear it
Not even thinking
Why I have to again

Even when the shade clears
The shade’s still there
My silhouette on blacktop
Preaching pride and machismo
Over love and humility

And why should I be so humble??
I’m not that good
But I’m better than them
And yet they’re feeding me scraps
Like I’m the farmer’s pig

I wanted to grab you but you fell beneath the chairs
Re-emerging as a black dead thing
You laughed wholeheartedly
Breaking my skin
You got inside of me
And gave me this brief fabrication
Of having been saved

But I wasn’t saved
And I’m starting to wonder if I ever can
It was just another bad idea
Disguised as good
As they’ve always been

Somnambulance Pt 5

It was just another bad idea
She shut the door in my face
So I sat and sulked on the porch
Until the sky turned orange

The car door creaked loudly
As I pried it free from the ice
Feeling the bitter chill
Of the steering wheel
I reached into the glove compartment
The gloves were made of
Cheap wool, and wore off
On my shirt and jacket
But they did their job
Now I was just hoping
I could still do mine

As I took the street up
A sudden splash of rain
Started hitting the car
Hardly a cloud in sight
But it was going
Flipping on the wipers
I continued, trying not to
Let it bother me
I had other things to worry about

I wasn’t a block from the house
Before I noticed a black van
Tailing me discreetly
I’d grown to know better though
And picked up my speed
Albeit not enough to alert them
Gradually, I raised to 50 and then 60
Not to my surprise, they did likewise

Before I knew it, we were on the highway
I picked up the speed considerably
And that’s when they made their move
Swapping lanes to get on my right side

The rain was now pouring too hard
For me to get a glimpse of my assailants
In the window, but it didn’t matter
I knew who it was

With a split second stroke
I swerved the front of the car
Violently into the side of theirs
I heard thunder crack outside

Pushing ahead, I looked back
To see them slammed into the breakers
On the side of the road
The two front doors were open
Nobody was inside
They’d fled before I could get an eyeful
I increased my speed

It wasn’t 5 minutes later
I continued to hear thunder
And witness lightning
It sounded dangerously close
I considered if I could drive through the storm
If I just stuck to the pedal
But before that thought could even pass
I heard a murderously loud thunder clap
And felt a tremendous jolt of pain
Then blacked out

Football Chant 1

Who wants poetry today?
We want celebrity senators!
Who wants peace and love?
Just give me war and whores!

Yawn

King Bee vs. Pissant

If you go on vacation, stay on vacation
Get paid to do nothing,
Just like you always said I do
And whenever they said to me "vacation"
I always thought of tired old wrinkly men
Drinking martinis on yachts or something
I'm just not old and wrinkly enough
Tired though

If you go away forever, stay away forever
Here or there, your nagging blessing
Does not faze me
At least not anywhere near as much as I'll admit
You're such a good man, such a good employee
Hah! My ass-crack!

Everybody needs something to hate I guess
You hate your job, I just hate you
But not enough to do anything about it
The joke still remains
Squarely on me

No Big Loss

These words are fleeting
They mean nothing
And I am so tired
Of the burden of the “idea”

Well maybe I don’t want it
I just want to forget it
It teases my brain
Till I put it down

These times are fleeting
Now with no meaning
Do you wanna do something good
Or just something new?

Cuz this ain’t novel
And what does it mean
besides an easy distraction
Some sacrifice to integrity
To pay the bills this week

Your talent makes you headstrong
You think you’re being strung along
When the world won’t pay attention
You shrug, you sigh
The idea dies in you

These days are fleeting
And I’m still repeating
What it is that’s so wrong
But I won’t even try
to make it right

The idea dies in me
The idea dies in you
The idea dies in us

No big loss

Old-fashion (Never Gets Old)

I don’t know what you’re waiting for
But you’re good enough for me
You think you can't pin me so easily
As if this front is a facade for anything but shame
I just learned to hide it better than most
But you still cry afoul when I finally let it out
‘Shame? That’s it?!’
Somehow it must be
Deeper than that

When I see you naked in bed
No sex involved, nor embrace at all
How can I even touch this
Too beautiful
But where’s my "point!" she says...

My point is
I don’t want to just love you
I want to know you inside out
I want you to fall against me
And feel more than just air
A weight, a feeling
A solid being
Let me know I’m here

But then the lights flash on
Through the slats in the blinds
And part of you always disappears
Through the creak in the door
Or the crack in my head
It doesn’t matter much to where

I, always claiming the victim
To your negligence
But somehow it must be deeper than that

Or maybe I just want it to be
Deeper than that

Untitled 3101

New year, no year
No words, no music
Three more years they said
I thought we had five
But then I remember
They said it back in '06
Time flies, etc, etc
It's those moments
You wish it wouldn't
It goes by the quickest
Goddammitall
I'm not cut out for this
But they're starting to fake it now
"What will you do for me
When you're rich?"
I never said it
You did goddammit

...Bent sidewalk
I'm open
I'm waiting
Forever is dated
This no year will pass us
Just as the last one
I'd like to sit
On the curb
For a second
Half a second
And siphon this through
A positive viewpoint
But I can't seem to reach that
Too many realistic...
Expressionistic
Crap-filled...
Thought-stains.

Bam

You think I’m either stupid
Or I just don’t care
Or somewhere in the middle
Just a silly wanker
Flicking a couple switches
My wits aren’t too quick
I’ll give you that
Sure, but…
I care too much
I just don’t know how to show it

So please underestimate me
You patronizing prick

Then
That’s when
I win
BOOM
I always do

(eh. i guess the "boom" here can be construed to be a gunshot or bomb or something to that effect, but it's just there for... guess what... effect. after all, the best revenge is living well. *wink*)