Music is...

...kill, hate, frustration, obvious, wait, on, off, breathe, die, after, again, you and me, not us, noxious, complain, dagger, another, often, rainbow, skyline in Boston, animation, movement, firstkiss, calamity, confuse, proud, high, off topic, senseless, being, now, slow, rapture, sadeness, jury, noun, camping in the middle of nothingness, sorrow, idle, wait, sit, think, now and again, over and over and over, overt, surreal, just like you, sweaty hands, sweet holidays, gnostic, knowing, ambiance, cold, flood, save, safe, song, hero, honest, lonely, temperate, ache, longing, narrow, pointy, direction, walking on and on and on, unfiltered, unending, unkill, nervous, pretend, justice, hot, salivate, triumphant, loud, so so so soft that you can barely hear it, Me

toothache, leave

the pain in my mouth is the same as it was yesterday. since these teeth sprouted from their skin-covering and devoured their first death meal, i'll felt a pinch. an itch behind my gums that just won't quite scratch. the bite-down clamp aches my dreams of running away from those that want to take apart my body and ingest my soul. holes have been bored through the enamel, through the thinest protection. choas is spicy and burns the nerves that hold my forced smile together. pills dont relieve, but merely distract. the cold wind flicks the most sensative of mouth spots as I laugh in the cold. hot coffee burns my scowl during the neverending mourning train ride. sharp, piercing, knifing, scraping. chew these ropes with the last few shards of teeth that I have left. I will escape.

pieces of a letter to be written later

simian dilute, crossbreed kill know-how. I live in the sewer muck of mistakes and take-overs, and take-downs, and the failure to lie well enough, as to inherently suppose the truth. but there's a shimmer of light the eeks through the filthy windows- bright enough so the dust floating in the ray reminds us of a gentle snowtime fall. I've seen her- she's a speckle in a starry-night daydream I had a while ago that somehow permeated through the horizon into my nightsleep. now it's merely a thought, but one of happiness. the surface chatter is warm and inviting. lingering on smiles, hinged on maybes. but to know is almost like losing your excitement, the what-if. fantasy is always little more attractive than reality. snowglobes in july. margaritas in december. I'm in love with the autumn air, letting me breathe in deep after a summer of wheeze and panic. the feelgood rise-and-shine, no-groan morning time. a train ride that is barely audible over tunes of broken love letters while I piece mine together.