If god promised I'd reincarnate as a cat; I'd shoot myself in the face right now

Tompy's dead and there's nothing I can fucking do about it. I am so frusterated and fucking powerless. My convictions and empathy are useless as this tiny creature crys out to me. It looks into my eyes and pleads for help unil it's tiny crys grow quiet. It opens its eyes one more time but there's nothing left. All of my good intentions are worthless, my soul, my humanity are all trivial.
Tompy's not here to console me. I am not here for any apparant reason.

cohiba

While I lay drunk on the carpet
you played cards
while your sister adjusted her skirt
and Julia talked on the payphone
while mixing perscriptions
Kate ran by
throwing meat
while your sister broke hearts
you conviently don't remember
while I lay drunk on the carpet

small frail cheap and plastic

The only beautiful thing that exists.
I can imagine nothing as perfect and pure.
Nothing can make me gasp in awe, oxygen completly drained from my blood;
I will die never having held it.
I fumble through life endlessly reaching,
never getting any closer.
I can see it brillantly, I can feel it's heat on my tears.
I will never feel remotley whole, it will prey on my heart contsantly.
My body draws breath from it's reflection.
My heart will always ache vioently without it, and I will never feel it's kiss.

Shhh Diva sleeping...

A pink, plastic, dollar store tiara sat upon auburn elflocked hair. Her smile, perfection bred of a thousand generations and crystal grey eyes captured my very existance.
I drew her in my arms before a word was spoken between us and we held each others embrace while the comotion of a hundred drunks thundered around us. At the mere inference of my hand, the crowd parted and stood in reverance before us. A scepter like dagga burned as if a funeral pyre from my hand, my fairy princess at my side; for the briefest of moments, I was god.

Thank you Torrie.

That smell of shampood hair
and fresh perfume
linger in the air
and my mind

Gin has aged your smile a bit
and I can see the hurt in your eyes
but if I may be so bold
you still wear that tanktop well

delibratly my hand linger on yours
as I sell you cigerettes
with exagerated young man politeness

You catch me watching the way you move
in those too tight acid washed jeans
and smile

my appreciation is appreciated

moonsaulting amy

With melancholy and gaiety

she consumes the undeserved

while I so decidedly worthy

ache


Who so capable

has resigned preventing rust

and allowed it to grow

upon its own accord

The effort to stop it

no longer within my grasp


The unforced sigh of sadness

leads the attack

For who better to appraise my weakness

than I who have exploited it for so long




While I saunter down this spiral staircase

when I should plummet


With melancholy and gaiety

she consumes the deserved

while I so decidedly undeserved

ache

why squinex why?

I'm not going up and down that stairway a hundred more times just for the rare chance the game might throw me a freakin' Twilight Gem. Sheesh....