In the Oh!-Zone

I’m on fire!

Better stop-drop-and-roll
before this muse
loses control
and burns me to a
delectable crisp.

I’m too young
to go out like this.

Like a yellow star
suddenly turned blue,
falling fast,
making dreams come true.

All except my own.

Cuz it’s too hard to see
with a blazing sun
inside of me.

Right behind my eyes
burning through my brain.

I’m too sizzling
to be sane.

2nd Amendment, 1st Responsibility

Let’s start a revolution,
bring retribution
to the poor souls
too lost to find solution.

I say EXECUTION
to this way of life
and all the strife
we think we need
in order to fulfill our greed.

There is a system
and you’re in it
but let’s push it to the limit
to see how far
they’ll really take it
before we break it
from within.

We are the only ones,
so lift up your guns.
Even if they’re only pens.

Groundhog’s Dandelion

A cluster of vital organs
with profound prophetic potential
was planted in the dirt
twenty-six years ago today.
Nourished by a diet of
acid rain
and intermittent blazing sunshine,
a strange and unstable seedling
was born.

Here mother!
I picked you a beautiful weed!

Yes, indeed.
The dandelion is a sight to behold
in all her un-glory
and poison
and pitiful waste
of unrooted
undisciplined
potted potential.

The Bright Side

Looking up
at six-feet-under
from my own
Personal Hell,
I hope my hedonistic heart
will stop beating as well.

Thing One & Thing Two

You say life is beautiful.
So why won’t you live it?
Why do you hide in your room?

I’m afraid to find
that the greatest treasure
is also
the greatest doom.

@Yahoo!

My inbox is cluttered with junk.
Some I signed up for.
Others I didn’t.
But I hold onto them all equally.

No, I have never in my life
presented a coupon to cashier,
but you never know…
one of these days…
Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?

I’ve got folders I never move messages to.
I’ve got forwards I never will open.
And before I know it,
I avoid email altogether,
afraid of the number attached to my inbox.

Each time I’m forced to check it,
the volume overwhelms me
and I descend into a fit
of panic
and self-hatred.

Once in a blue moon,
I muster the courage
to begin checking and
choosing and
moving and
deleting.

But there never is enough time
to get it down to zero.
So it builds up again,
exponentially growing,
until it’s as hopeless as can be.

And then I create:
a New Me!

S-H-oh-two-nine-nine-nine
@GodPleaseGetItRightThisTime
dot com.

Declaration of Dependence

From now on,
I will only speak in poetry.

Once I have spoken,
if you require further explanation
you must wait for the next poem.

This is the only way
I can convey
the snarled web of contradictions
that beget
my intangible truth.

So let it be witnessed,
by all who stand
before me and beside me
in this infinite universe tonight,
that I have publicly declared
my unequivocal
Poetic
Dependence.

I Am Not Opaque

There is a strange beauty
in my world of chaos.
And I have grown to realize
that I would not want it
any
other
way.

This is why I stray
from all
safe
hypocritical
havens
and bask in the glory of
dangerous
uncertain
truths.

My madness
is apparent
in the tears I cry.

Your madness
is hidden
in the words you lie.

I am translucent.
This makes me vulnerable
to those who wish ill
upon my insides.

But I can turn light
into a million different hues
as the particles diffuse
through the membrane of my skin
and create
Pablo Picassos
within.

Sometimes the colors swirl
into a sorrow so blue
I wish I never let the light in at all.

Other times
red and yellow
burn such passion onto my soul
that I think I’ve finally found—
The Answer.
I finally know!

But then the grays
cloud over my thoughts
saying
black and white
do not exist.

And I am happy
that light tortures me like this.

Condemn-sation

Indefinitely dangling
from an ambiguous thread.

Not falling behind.
Not getting ahead.

Just flailing about
in the suffocating air.
Waiting for the rain
in a dizzying despair.

Needing any escape
from this saturated prison
and its birds-eye view of my
Immortal Indecision.

Home-Wrecker

Patterns and Habits
turn this house
into a hell.

Any place I know
too well
becomes the place
My Demons Dwell.

Reminders of a
c h i l d h o o d    s e l f
whose safety-net
was burning coals.

The only comfort
that she knows
is a hatred of
HER SELF.