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Dear guerilla rebel in my otherwise preoccupied heart, I want to put out the order for your cardiac arrest, Hold you in my left ventricle until I know what the hell to do, With all these monsters I invited in to clean out the last one, To break down the barriers and slay the guards in the name of love and better things than myself, I have a shopping list of problems ranging from simple jealousy, All the way over to the aisle for vaults that don't let things go, Even when you want to, Living with these things alone is way easier than growing up, Your presence humbles me, I am the shadow burnt into the wall from your atomic explosion.

Broken the minute your heart stopped beating. Now I have no fingernails. I'm not sure why I bite them, Probably has to do with how alone this place is without you, If I had fingernails I might try and rip a whole to somewhere I could find you, Finding myself.

I got hit by a car last Sunday, No metaphor, It's not a metaphor for something life altering, But it was on some level, That could have been it, Blam, Ragdoll, Insurance mess, Criminal trial, Crying mother, But I'm still here, Again, I think it's about time I fucking listened, Instead of looking at what I don't have, I need to ask myself point blank in the mirror, What are you going to fucking do today?

Waking up Wake up in a dream, Stretch like the sky, Peel like a banana, Fly out of bed, the shower weeps On my shoulder, Refreshed like a finely tuned god, For a fresh pair of socks I search, Socks have been searched, Breakfast floats in my dreams, The refrigerator shines like an empty god, Nothing in there but sky, I weep, Then decide on a banana, Eating my banana, Outside I search, Is it weeping? Like in my dreams Do tears fall from the sky? If so, suit up like a jacketed god, Why do we bleed? We gods, When we slip on a banana, Into the sky? For composure I search, In my wildest dreams, Over this I would not weep, For when we weep, We betray our appearance as gods, Walking through each others dreams, I curse the banana, And to the bus stop, I search, For curiosities in the sky, The sky, Is boring when overcast, it only weeps, Off and on, for sunshine it searches, Like a needy confused god, I want another banana, I guess I can dream, I am su...

Wanted – $200 bike that is a giant piece of shit. This is what the ad would have looked like, If I had made one for my Christmas present from my mom, It’s not her fault, I still really appreciate the gift, Just not its’ lack of function, As of today, I have ridden my bike 5 times in 3 weeks, And 4 of those times, it has popped a tube, This, Is bullshit, If I wanted to be on the side of every fucking road, Using patches that never fucking work, I would be a pothole repair man! About that, Hey Mayor McGinn, If you ride your bike to work every day, Where do you ride? Because all I get are streets with smooth open middles and fucked up shoulders, Maybe it isn’t where, maybe it’s what you ride, Where do I find a bike designed by German super-scientists leftover from Nazi germany? Do I need a mayor’s salary to buy one? Because I’m kind of fucking broke, I could sell you this shitty bike, When I got it I thought: ‘Yay! Now I can get places faster!’ The actual trut...

Dear future girlfriend, Know, that I am a little odd, I walk around with my chest open and you can read what’s on my heart, My mind is a bit harder to make sense of, I still don't know how I do it most days, Know, I wear my lies on my sleeve, So I try not to make them, Always with that, ‘Nothing is wrong’ smile, The kind reserved for customers and rude family members, Know, that I will love you, Ridiculously, but not religiously, Religions make people do bad things, Not that I don't want to do bad things to you, Know, that when I get scared there isn't much sense involved, The logic switch, gets flipped, Off, I run in the real world to keep genetics from making me run from the things that matter, Know that I talk, A lot, But most of the time I will try to say something, If I am talking loud and saying nothing, Tell me to shut up, I need that sometimes, Know, that I wear t-shirts with my favorite things on them, Pants that are nothing more th...

There's a burden to go with all this shine, Living for two is full time, But, every once in a while you run out of rocket fuel, Crash and burn, Like a stick in the mud, Thrown by Zeus, Awkward angles and all, The soft spots where they can see them, In your face, There are many things I would bleed for, But the biggest is banishing the dark-side Of all this light, I have to feel alone in a crowd of loved ones, So I don't do anything stupid with it, I lost you before I ever got to tell you what you meant, Or how I need you to get through the best times, I hear you at my worst, Like you reach out of the hole in my chest and touch me, Right here on the forehead, Tell me it's okay, Postcards to the anti-life are very hard to buy, So I made you one, Wish you were here.