Monsters Meeting *

I'd like the skulls in my closet
And the demons in my head
To all get together
With the monsters under your bed
They can all share some stories
Maybe have a drink or two
And as they plan their great escape
We'll wave goodbye to them as they do

Circles Made of Squares

Tiny little boxes form in my brain
Sharp and rigid
They're ungraceful
And they move in clumsy patterns
I shut my eyes hard
   and change them into circles
As they change,
   the crows-feet loosen their grip on my face
With no sharp points to hurt myself on
   the circles lighten the blow
   when they all collide

Lovers In The Mud

After our days are done,
Once we're through wandering around on our own,
As soon as the bullshit subsides,
Nature takes over
   and her positives find my negatives
   and the pull drags us up
   and out of the mud
Face first
Teeth full of dirt
Smiling as big as ever

At School

There is a freshness to all of their faces
A new-car-scent type feeling that'll decay
I take note of those who's smiles fade first
And I welcome them to the otherside
I tell them not to worry though
Because their parents are probably already here
Unfortunately
Waiting for them