dank.

sails of faith,tattering at the centre.a shipwreck hides more hope than my insides.inside i am bile and blood.vile and odour-ful.a dispirited body worse than a spirit disembodied.i could claw at the future to only break nails and weep at the inevitable that i think is evitable.if ever i am able to step forward,that step is but the prelude to the collapse.perhaps this helps,perhaps perhaps it does.and perhaps we all will to die tomorow,either in an oven or in our sleep.and perhaps we will.

green i.

choir boys
and piano players
with oh so tidy hair
and pink trimmed suits
slick slick voices
and smooth moves
to tingle girlies.
im jealous of the attention
like a mother of her daughter in law.
if i could i would saw saw saw
their heads off
and watch them roll the way
their tongues do when they kiss
all the girls that i eye.
sigh.

resolutions!

1.eat more fruits
2.run more
3.read more
4.get my license
5.take a holiday
6.discover a new band
7.watch more movies
8.smoke less
9.play more soccer
10.drink enough
11.save money
12.eat more good food
13.fall in love
14.spend more time at home
15.watch more tv
16.start school properly
17.end the year properly