monday, the first:

my mind
always driving
nowhere
i get there too early, usually
and end up idling,
waiting for


tuesday, the second:

listened hard
for the sound of nothing today--
a
daunting
task
nowadays.


wednesday, the third:

counted thirty-three nails
in a coffin,
wondered if the number held any signifigance...
decided it didn't,
just
like
everything
else.

NB @ 8:20 AM [ 0 comments ]

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my little spider-

be mindful not to fall through...

your web
has
entagled

so

many

insects.

NB @ 2:58 PM [ 0 comments ]

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push on
the blind religious
human time bombs,
the oil men,
the wealthy conservative,
the weak minded followers--
the fanatics, bastards, liars and cheats
the racists,
the sexists,
the homophobes...

push on, consumers--
the status quo fulfillers
and big business cogs,
the bored and stupid,
the drunk,
the armed,
the brave and righteous,
the addicted and obedient...

line us up
against that wall
a gangland ritual

infect us
the sick at heart,
the queer,
the questioning,
the open minded...

save the hardest kick
for when we are down
when we are low
be beneath us

we need the approval
of your disapproval
more
than
ever.

NB @ 11:39 PM [ 0 comments ]

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they chase me

(the ghosts)

i see them
when i am alone
when i am weak

pursuit with intent to
alter
my state of consciousness

i run, barely escaping
carrying a wounded ego
on my back

(dead weight)


someday, they'll catch me

and

i'll

laugh


...and ask them


"what took you so long?"

NB @ 9:29 AM [ 0 comments ]

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i study you when we kiss
looking
at every pore,
every line,
every crack.

you are you
but
you are also
someone else

i wonder
what would hurt you more--

knowing that there is someone of similar flesh
living
amongst the same tide of humanity,
or
the fact that you remind me of someone

i
hate

...are you my second chance,
my tuft of hair
from the beast that bit me
or
a synthetic salvation,
a blank canvas
to paint an unjust revenge upon?

NB @ 3:06 PM [ 5 comments ]

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i've reviewed
your toxic resume
and the sweet outer shell
that hides a rusty razorblade.

i've bled with every bite
and gone back for seconds.

we're all the same...
all of us a pound of flesh
for the rotting corpse in the sky.

kept
on this treadmill,
this catwalk
of mindless,
lustrous
distraction...

stiched the fanciest of words, you have,
the finest barbed wire couture.

such beautiful lies
you let us wear,
they tear the flesh
from the truth.

and i am not the fixer of all this,
not the hero.
i am the broken,
the reason
the catalyst
the excuse

it's a shame
to be fond of me
regardless.

NB @ 4:23 PM [ 3 comments ]

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