CONTINGENT UPON FAILURE
i believe in anomoly. community for the empty.
a roll of the dice. could be the night. could be tonight.
standing in the center of downtown, she wears a frown and no evening gown.
a toss of the coin. could be the night. could be tonight
wither fast hidden shadow. a life unknown drags me below.
a spin of the wheel. could be the night. could be tonight.
a roll of the dice. could be the night.

ARTHUR DIGBY SELLERS
we swell and fall and drop so far, attached at the tongue of one forked cycle.
the traitor looks on in disbelief at attempts to establish rapport.
unsuccessful facilitation that dominates our conversation.
but it takes my time, it takes many times and in my mind, and the mind of the somber and it really makes me wonder about the rock your hiding under.
if you stare at something long enough, you can make everyone around you turn their heads too to see what you're believing
to trick the non-believers and create uncontrollable notions of things that don't exist. things i manifest.
and i try hard to generate this forced interest and a cherishable moment.
how appropriately refreshing.
continuous witness to the me too syndrome.
i've gone malevolent on insinuations.
i became an incredulous deceiver
but it takes my time, it takes many times and in my mind, and the mind of the somber and it really makes me wonder about the rock your hiding under.
if you stare at something long enough, you can make everyone around you turn their heads too to see what you're believing
to trick the non-believers and create uncontrollable notions of things that don't exist. things i manifest.
look with your hands, not with your eyes.
this forced interest.
that solemn reach.
just to retrieve epiphany.

ROOT AND STEM
only a fledgling follows it's mother.
growing up feels the same.
roots can wrap around and choke.
smothering from where it's born.
strangle out the open hole.
spin around and kill them both.
like an addicted father, digress and beg for more.
growing up. tortured coming, tortured going.
cut the ties that bind.
cut away the stem.
stab until it's gone.
lacerate.

THE UNSUSPECTING GLASS MAN
i'm not your lover. it hurts to discover you and your other naked on the floor.
crawling around, around inside of you.
everything we do is insignificant.
lay you down in crimson and in stone.
covering guilt with open sores.
temptress washed up on the shore.

SUFFERING THE WHITE HAND
wake up the day and feel on the ground of teeth from the fire lily.
this antequated; quintessential. observe the mercy killing.
choking the student, chewing my tongue and become the perfect killer.
conviction lost so you'll read about it in the paper tomorrow.
unclear solutions unrecognized. the double meaning lost inbetween.
where is my guarantee that you'll be with me in my arms tomorrow?
i'm not the bloodroot, you're not an anvil in the criminal mind.
this operation drives substitution breaking achilles heel.
one day you'll learn that you can't change the things you hate the most.
unclear solutions unrecognized. the double meaning lost inbetween.

THE PLANTATION
i can tell you're angry but thats just no excuse and that won't stop the hand that has to teach again.
stop your violent eyes because no one can hear and i don't want to shout so shut your mouth dear.
i didnt mean to hit you but you didn't learn before and you hurt the ones you love and the others even more.
the elements can be so cruel.
the embrace was delivered late.
thieves will fall into the sun when you're content with nervousness.
waiting for an epiphany and pushing the extra mile.
hide your teeth from your smile.
you hurt the ones you love and the others even more.

THE MANY FACES OF ARIEL
enter sara stage right, tattered shirt and a black eye.
threads are falling from her thighs and 2 of her strings aren't mine.
in comes harry, in a hurry. the wolf dressed in man's skin.
this cotillion's so romantic.
throw yourself into the sea.
the shadow of the burning man is screaming out in agony.
stepping from the foreground lights away from arson's irony.
the king's retired and left his suitor.
a shark that doesn't seem to sleep.
i'm a leech and a disease.
we behave so lovelessly.

ENSEMBLE
my heart breaks out in nervous sweats.
i'm coming home.

THE ATRIUM
tread softly my battered child.
i'll be home tomorrow.
keep the bedroom light on for my eyes.
penciled cursive lines lead back to you.

THE SECOND TO LAST TIME
i survived all you wanted.
i provide early sunsets.
until you try, until you come give away.
wheels of time roll away.
softened sky rolling skyline.
cautioned eyes captured lost time.
until you try, until you can get away.
patience tried, not today.
waiting for the day to come down.
waiting for the night to wake up.
gazing out keeps me falling back on you.