Email me at lfletch4@wvu.edu
| Mediocrity |
| gray and blurred like not quite dry eyes dissimilar to perfect yet so close you can smell it -- crisp five dollar bills, its crinkle in greedy palms before being whisked away in a wet spring gust "good enough" insincere sound while giggling whispers scorn your sincere efforts pang drooling tongues like overripe forgotten fruit mushy and dull yet you grab all you can see you need it; you're an addict ears thumping, fingers stretching towards...
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| ~ SLATE ~ |
I need to be alone
I want to smell the stale air
Indulge in cracking silence
And bask in unmoving shadows
nothing is heard nothing is seen
nothing is remembered
everything is clean
I need to be alone
and sway along to unheard songs
that echo in my head every day
I want to be aware of every still hair
upon my head, to feel them grow
I want to see myself without a mirror
I want to be myself by myself
Let my thoughts wander
with every passing hour
the only interruption my blinking eyes
I want the scenery to stay the same
no matter where I turn
I want to never contemplate
the memories so long past
or the ones from today
| fist |
theirs isn't your destiny
knock a domino of what seems
one and all - all will fall
ignore their selfish wanton screams
scatter their ashes
where you please
then roll in them
with death you've deemed
all their ancestors
to drop to their knees
to plead
cry
beg
and wheeze
Isn't it good to be alive?
| song of a mADmAn |
| everywhere IS NOwherE T#HAT....is _where IPLAN on go-ing all at 1'nce, nothing at-all it all lines-UP/ | `i knOCK THEM Down one -bY-ONe- until I'V#e SeEn It_AlL
| my hands BLISsteRed and GREaseD becau_se I knEw then *i kn#ow w2haT$% i"m )af^teer@ | i;ll' neVER fulLY [rEACH] IT mY_ voi&ce OVE!RTHRO,WS MY R_EACH desperATIoN ForcES my LEaP and though i plunge too far too fast
| i got closer than I THOUGHT i could |
| Perfect Symmetry |
twist & turn the joints
not allowing for cracking points
or rusty nails dully glinting
in their pale moonglow
gently sloping, softly curving
warm and cold, filling the mold
perfect symmetry
never knew it could look this good
goldem glimmery
never knew it looked this good
this good
flex and form the limbs
sculpting them for muscle points
or stretching gently, reaching slowly
for the dainty toes
not quite bulging, self-indulging
warm and smooth, filling the groove
never knew it could feel this good
soft and shimmery
never knew it could feel this good
this good
pull and wring my hands
gathering our nasty plans
for satient physiques purring, cooing
steady as she goes
finger-tracing, red and black lacing
try and whimper if you can
perfect symmetry
never knew it could sound this good
perfect symmetry
never knew it sounded this good
this good...
| The Grey Revue |
I just want something warm to drink
and a pillow for my head
The haze has made it hard to think
and my eyes are turning red
I'm out of focus, up the road
just burning from the heat
My hands deliver heavy loads
that won't admit defeat
I'm just full of wishes
I can't escape their claws
A case of he says/she says
is tearing at my jaw
I know the answer's dangling
from the tip of my drooling tongue
When I hear pockets jangling
easy to forget I'm young
I'm memorizing street signs
that I'll never have to know
I'm hurting young men's minds
who never thought they'd have a go
I am filled with danger
They can't escape my claws
A case of he says/she says
Won't support the law
I feel my fingers going numb
so I reach into the fan
Palms stretching towards REDRUM
in the words of a famous man
The leaves are falling from the trees
and the sky is going black
I run my bare toes through the seeds
and listen to them crack
I'm lost in psychoses
I can't find my way home
A case of he says/she says
Won't leave me alone
Won't leave me alone
| again |
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the one time that I feel inspired |
| GoodGuys |
tapping forks on glass
water mixed with brass
good guys finish last
but no one's perfecthear the shadows roar
swallowing the poor
bad guys even the score
but look who's winning
stuttering the past
good things never last
good guys finish last
good guys finish last
and I'm on toppurring tangled tongues
old songs never sung
are you having fun
or aren't you trying
scribbling the rules
burning diesel fuel
can't learn that in school
with a good eye open
| SINSATION |
A connection so high
it lights a spark deep inside my soul
A smile so wide
your eyes glow alive in its reflection
Fingertips so wry
they receive thoughts on sight
A sweet senseless lie
can make you cry, can make you cry
| ode to elmer |
a man on my finger
a man on the moon
a quaking salt shaker
fills my spoon
a corpse on a tidal wave
a kid with a knife
a snow globe of riches
takes your life
a poem of cliches
a poem of rhymes
I'm on a pedestal
and it feels fine
a bunny with antlers
a Barbie with teeth
can steal my purity
can steal me