"Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for."
~ Douglas Adams

Placebo

Sitting halfway
Such a weird day.
I'm still
Happy
still
Sad.
STOP.
This is useless,
and it's just meaningless ink
used on a page to help.
Clever phrase.
Chuckle.
She giggles.
Sigh.
Rata tat tat
Rata tat tat
And she's sitting there
tat tat
And i'm talking to them
tat tat
And she said "no"
tat
And she's saying "no"
stop...no, go.

Harmony
& we stop.

But you see
we end
they begin
and that's how it goes.

Ratatatatatatatatatatata
snap.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? (Who will guard the guards themselves?)

I dove into the freezing water

to try and catch

the steamship leaving the

green waters.

My fingers,

black and gone

now to never learn.

This is a place I never wanted to be,

and I can’t save myself.

The bottom of the ocean isn’t

so cold if you don’t think about it.

Pills

Pills

Pills.

Drink the seawater and swallow what you can.

There was never a cure for it.

Crying in the rain, never knew which was which.

Stacking stones,

Praying.

Pills

Pills.

Love.

Pills.

Drowning was something I wanted

So I swam to the deep

And to find,

One cannot breath.

And you can’t float on

Or you’ll die unless you’re

trying to drown yourself.

Then you’ll live and die.

It’s cold.

And I’m lying

Drunk and on a coach.

The floor is cold

the buzz rings out and I lunge.

To see colder words.

To cry now would be such

A blessing unto a hotel floor.

Dirty and remembrance

To lose again and again

Leaves one thinking he’s not very thoughtfull

Catchers Never Cry or Death by Misadventure Deux (Of my own destruction)

Sitting in the beginning

Of an amazing thing,

Standing on the graves of

Buried people I thought

I would bring no more flowers,

Still can one weep for the lost,

When he’s found what he lost for?

Was it worth it?

And I never got an answer from the

Ghosts who never say a word

Left without a why

Yet I want to bring it back

Bring it back to where it was

Before I tried to lock fingers

To try and hold one here

Who never wanted to stay.

I’ve been inspired by the lost,

And they come back and move

These hands and the ink will

Run until I never lose.

Run until the fall.

To try and stop…

Can’t give up,

The playful girl burned her hand

Still touches that stove…

I see but…

A fire burned,

And there’s still a smolder.

To be used up and thrown away,

She doesn’t want to be caught,

Even though she was.

She never knew what it did.

And she never will.

STOP.

I can’t stand thinking about

Another. 

A wake.

Spend your days laughing...
At weddings,
and especially at funerals.
'Cause when the lights go out,
What do you want to hear?
Tears or Laughter? 

Lint.

Let's fret about all the little things,
Keep the past in our pockets and play around with it when were bored.
'Cause you see we'll die tomorrow,
And I've got no time to move on.
And the boy with the holes in his pockets
and wrist on his watch,
He's silly.
Where's he's going,
So busy dying.
No time for moving.