running like a rat hiding from death
bleeding and frantic
pulsing and gasping
finally i come to my senses
leaving a trail of twisted steel
shattered plastic
and blood behind
my teeth grinding
against brass and steel
shattering my cheek and nose in a moment of animal rage
the butt end of a cruel, cruel joke
a joke that has lasted all of
a blink of an eye in relation to our...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68jAnTh18TY

Los Angeles Im Yours

this city truly is the pacific oceans vomit
this city is heavy with a lack of life
this city breathes chokingly thick smog
this city pisses on all reverence, with no remorse
this city gives you the chills, not the good kind
this city bathes in fluorescent light, polluting your senses
this city laughs with love and grace tumbling from its lips
into a vat of french fry grease
this city makes me feel as though ive been greedy with gravity lately
this city hangs those who try too hard
this city
this city
oh god
this city

i feel my mouth open
steaming, burning breath
pouring through my fangs
dripping with this seasons hippest blood
the locomotives lie
gasping on the beach
like starving dogs that have finally accepted their decay
there is a heavy humming in the air of this desert
as i lay
my skin burning
tendon and bone
drift
sway
so delicately across
the nubile sand
that now fills the skeletons of the towers
that once shouted "PROGRESS"
now whisper "DEMISE"
our gods have returned
brining with them
blood curdling admonition
the very machines that birthed
have layed down righteous necrosis
leaving only barbie dolls in their wake

either way...i love that machine

either way, i love that big, beautiful, bleeding machine
because i know why the caged gorilla destroys the bars
those smoke stacks on the orange horizon
spitting vomit
layered on all that is chrome
and the sudo-souls of left hemisphere pornagraphers
i will rise up
i will rise up
from this tarmac field
traced by number plates
let that fat man screaming numbers
upwards
towards the sky
be drowned by the roar of our pistons
shooting sparks and confetti in our wake
as we accelerate through the hills
and canyons
setting them all into flame
and those poets on the city floor
will cry and say
"oh how the mountains are ablaze!"
"the beauty! the horror!"
and i will rise up
standing at the pinnacle
with the floating embers below
the soft, flickering, orange glow
and the antennae towering over me
a crooked silly smile
knowing those poets on the city floor
do not see
what i see

ghost tore a hole

everything seems stuck like a malfunctioning CD player
looplooplooplooplooplooplooplooplooplooplooplooplooplooplooploop
well being numb isnt going to cut it
up on a ladder
je suis le minotaur

this is what a young/educated/wealthy/white/northamerican/boyfromthehills looks like

waiting for the ultraviolet to pour in
a rabid rat in a white walled cage
bleeding out my pores
storming the Bastille
throwing white plastic chairs across the roof
lashing out
idontknow
crashing down
idontknow
thrashing now
idontknow
twitching slow
idontknow
what the problem is
with a pixel blown out on the screen showing an animal film

a new feeling

a new colour if you will
similar perhaps to how Jay Gatsby feels waltzing through his own party
completely dissatisfied with every event
or
like discovering an old friend's new bad habit
seemlessly coupled with
a vibration of uselessness,
a subtle glaze of confusion
like the way clouds hover low during the evenings by the sea
while the blinking bulbs of far off sailing ships
swell on
and off
burning in the expance

welkum hom

since he flew in last night
i remembered who i was
at least who i was trained to be
i floated through four different bodies of water
looking to find solace
only became more lost
like an ant perched
on the edge of a wet,
lipstick stained,
champagne glass
trying to decide which death is better
welcome back to the desert plains of sedated infants
the grassy highlands of powdered make-up and pills of extacy
skeletons of air conditioners
and carcases of tour bus coaches
a bright,
fire truck red tear
rolls down to my chin
which caused my eyes to burn and stare towards the sky
squint shut and vibrate with my thoughts
knees buckle and hit the dirt
as the cadaver chooses to follow