My organs

are the violent churning waters of the ocean

beating on the pilings beneath the Atlantic City boardwalk

during a late July

tropical storm.

My heart is a torrential riptide,

So fierce

And so strong

That resistance is useless.

My Soul is Waves and swells of salt water

that never stop coming,

That rise up out of the grey sea Again

and Again.

My eyes are the lightning strikes

That you watch split the sky over the Ocean at night

from the inside of your home;

Love me for what I am

or Fear me and Drown

I do not indulge

in the Bullshit of Landlings.

O Espresso

you God-drink,

your super-crema

makes me smile.

Your flavour awakens

Ancestral happiness and pride

and puts me into

A dull and warm state of mind.

Espresso, save me from what

the world is doing to me,

you perfect, dark, fatherly liquid,

You magnificent little tiny cup of coffee,

with the little spoon too!

I want all of you,

and I want drink you up my mouth,

and never let you out!

Bricks and bridges

and highway-signs,

making me start

to lose my mind

Chainlink fences

and streetlight glow

Been making me feel

pretty low

Fire-escape balconies

and cigarette butts

Starting to drive me

a little nuts

Parkway exits

I’ll never drive down

making me wonder,

what’s out there?

Do you Ever have those days

When you just get out of work late,

and you reek like fish from

Chopping off their heads,

And you just are feeling the strain

So Hard,

that you get in your car

and drive to an abandoned asylum

down the road

and walk through the empty rubble-filled courtyards and hallways

and feel the crunch of broken glass under your feet

and look at all the empty, staring windows

and stare right back?

I do.

And I stare at the trees growing out of collapsed rooftops

and the forests of weeds,

At The bottles smashed

(for whatever reason, I may never know)

I stare at the smokestacks and the crumbling roads

at the old Televisions

and the rusted out Machines and rotted plywood.

It’s nights like these

when I take every piece of

graffiti to heart,

And it just crushes me to see

that sad street art,

The overpasses decorated with their scripture.

Just going to drive back home

and write another poem

that she’ll never even read,

Got to try to get some sleep

before I’m born again tomorrow,

but somehow I know

that I won’t get much of that tonight;

So Here I come, tomorrow!

One Night in the Woods,

Wolves will run beneath your Skin

and Fur’ll coat your arms.

i’m hurt again

and of coarse I know why.

your words drove

knives

into my stomach

and ripped out organs,

and boy,

did i bleed.

truth is a blade

which pierces all armour,

renders all weapons useless,

and leaves Marco

breathless and crying for air.

of coarse you’re right,

and that’s what always ruins me.

i’ll never change,

because i can’t.

pride to the point of folly

is admirable

But always,

the end is the same.

This is why I know

that the only way that I can live

is on my own.

grown-ups aren’t supposed to act like this.

So what the fuck is wrong with me?

Everybody get away,

I’m going to explode

I don’t want to take anybody out with me,

So please

Please!

Just Fucking Go.

take a drive to the palisades

Hold your breath and jump;

the Hudson can be the Jordan,

if you believe in that kind of stuff.

Pull yourself out

onto the stony shore

like an old styrofoam cup,

and if you close your eyes

and cough up blood,

Weehawken can become

Jerusalem

People are learning all the time; I’m learning so much and I’m doing fine! I visited a developing country, and I Learned SO. MUCH. I read poetry and I take science classes, I am going to change the world with what I learn! I’ve learned all my life from everything around me, for every second of every day, I’ve learned what to wear how to act and what to say. I learned what normal is! I learned what being Successful is! I learned what to call the colour Blue and I learned what to do when a pretty girl walks by. I learned to read and write, and I learned the different stereotypes. I’ve learned that Humans come from Dust, and I’ve learned who it is I can really trust. But what I haven’t learned is What is it about us, That just makes us keep making these same mistakes, Over and Over? Haven’t we learned anything? I’m unhappily thinking that no matter how much we discover and evolve, no matter how many Miracles we preform or diseases we cure, no matter how much Poetry we write or organic snap-peas we eat, That we have not

and we never will.