PIECE OF ADVICE

no matter how fast you act
the machines are faster than you
no matter how fast you think
the inferno is faster than you
no matter how fast you run
the twister is fast than you
no matter how fast you cum
there's always someone faster than you

STEADY DIET OF DOPE

Did you really understand what happened? I haven't seen you coward. I've never met you. Yet i felt you inside me haunting me like an aura. The twisted obsession you called love was slaughtered at my front door and it's head was left at the garbage can for the cats to feast and the ragmen to embalm. It was slaughtered and unfeathered, first vaporized in perfume and then the skull was dressed in leather. With the money from taxidermy we got 3 cab rides to nowhere and we met the bums of the town and rocked the fucking bridge till it was burnt down like our years of innocent youth. Can you remember what really happened? Virgins were slaughtered and we're not kids anymore yet we carry cellphones and portable televisions one step closer to the edge of the Great Cliff forward. Our hearts are hanging from our sleeves and tags are tied on our toes writing our names on them. Our names are "Young Lovers Burn Faster". Now the stereo mutes as our heartbeat grows cold. Flowers ascent from the bottom of our beds and form funeral wreaths where hearts alive used to strand.

JANUARY NIGHTS

endless tea and endless work
i'm getting around better lately
needles in my tea and needles in my work
still i'm doing much better lately

i'm all outrageous and outgoing
running around the city like a rat in a wheel
first come first serve
i doubt you'll make it to the show this year

i rock the ball and spill the wine on your dress
but you don't really care cause it's all about "the inner beauty"
and i know you have such an autonomous will
a fist on the chin and a good one to the loins

you say you're a misanthrope but i can't spell a word
there's a dirty beat going up and down the walls
curling up your leopard print bra
trick or treat and i'm your entrails now

i can tell you're a sucker for bad poetry and cheap wine
i got a cellar were we can hide in for weeks
curse your parents and regrets
i'm soulless verses from your toes to your belly button

you believe in short dresses and acting like a movie star
seems like this chair has your name on it
"i've seen you've been here for 3 days now"
and you replied "i can see you're a frequent goth here too"

we've been looking for the same things
pop culture ruined the lust you're serving me with
cheap perfume and red wine stains on your dress
i'm now obsessed with this freightful mess

sinners take one on the chin and i already got mine
saints get a couple more in the butt and you're one of a kind
if you got a black list then i'd love to join in
one more for the road and we're off to oblivion

CHANGE

you press the red button
and a list of options unveils right in front of your eyes
a list of potentials for a new life
you can see the underbelly of the everyday disappear
yet you continue to press the red button
anxiously
afraid of what change might take away from you

FUNERAL SHORTCUT

let's reincarnate the living
no tears for the dead
let's reestablish the world
no praise for the modern man

everything is made of
blood concrete flesh wires
and lots of liquids
that we rarely think about

offer the humanity a womb to die in and get reborn again

ANDY WARHOL'S FATHER

what would andy warhol's father have thought of his son's future at birth?
what would he think of his marilyn monroe color patterned multi portraits?
what would he think of cocaine infected anorexia and twiggy poses?
what would he think of lo-fi artsy videos and a legacy badly spent?

i think of this as i watch drunk chicks on lsd dancing and their white shirts and white teeth glow under the strobe light.

THE YEAR MY HEART FELT WORN AFTER THE YEAR MY HEART GOT REBORN.

Years change,
days pass,
memories fade,
still i feel like nothing has changed.
Yet everything is getting
more and more scary.