Sly Moon

Sly moon, repeat
Quiet morning sermon’s reside
Day passed, and night preside:
The truth be kept

Clever, crafty little star.
How truly wise a glimmer you are
to sit upon a distance far
and spare yourself a love bizarre.
You clever, crafty little star.

Things would be much more romantic
in black and white
particularly this time of year


A gradient of grays
masking if these are cheeks
flushed from crying or
just blushed by cold

Defective Model

I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked up.

Semester Two

We won't stop
until somebody calls the cops
and even then
we'll start again
and just pretend
that nothing ever happened.
We're just dancing,
we're just hugging,
singing, screaming,
kissing, tugging
on the sleeve of
how it used to be.
How's it gonna be?
I'll drop kick russell stover,
move into the starting over
and know nicholas is
watching me
achieve my dreams.
And we'll pray,
all damn day, every day,
that all this shit
our president
has got us in
will go away
while we strive
to figure out a way
we can survive
these trying times
without losing our minds.
They think we're disposable,
well both my thumbs opposable
spelled out on a double word
and triple letter score.

Indecision is something that should be flushed down with believing.
Take a chance and you might find that the unknown is actually inspiring.
We try to speak with meaning but we can’t define thoughts
if they’re constantly changing;
keeping an open mind might be tricky if you live
in an already defined world.


Feeling is a sin for many.
Forgive me for I have felt the dissonant thoughts;
constantly battling my beliefs and my actions.
They say it takes two to lie but I've been
pretty good at it
with just one of me.

“In simplest terms, people suffering with anxiety are consumed by thoughts of the future. Those overwhelmed by depression often dwell too much in the past. Of course, some find themselves tossed back and forth between the two, preoccupied with the past, in constant dread of the pending.”