Digging

Dig through the gravel
with shattered fingernails
blood drips through and feeds the moss
I'm sure some insect's gettin a kick

Even I've forgotten what I'm lookin for
and I've forgotten that it even matters
'cause I look around and see
a million others digging
blank looks
like a Milky Way of burnt out stars

Keep digging, and I'm sure we'll all find truth sooner or later

There's a death on the move

I want to breathe the dust out my lungs
throw it in the air
tiny particles of wasted time and energy
blow in the wind

A brief second of awakening
from that stranger walking down the way
a slight stumble in stride
an out of place expression
resumes

I exhale green clouds of toxic knowledge
gets in yer eyes
a truck explodes
and vermin scatter

brown smoke of sewage blowing out every pore
a giant rage
scatters down the street
with slippery tentacles
reaching up dresses
tripping up children
drowning small, customized pets
building momentum
taking out coffee shops
hair salons

Pick up my paper
need a coffee
my hair's too long

She likes the torment

She likes the torment
and that's all I can give
She sees the ocean
when there's only desert
I wish I could carve out my heart
steal a new one from someone
with legitimate feelings
or someone who's a good fucking liar
seal it up with a shroud of ignorance

and roses
she likes roses

But she has that damaging psyche
like a low tide sucking out all the water
I get pulled like a piece of floating garbage
and she'll take what she can get

In the morning

dirty dogs riding the road
clouds of dirt kicked up in
resistance to all things good and lovely

A red streak rides through the clouds
and dark blood lightening soaks the air
Heaven splits and proves it ain't there
Heaves out forgotten remnants of ourselves

"Why are you here?" she asks

I change time
slow it down and down and down
I move so slow I disappear from everything
watching eternal foot step
falling paper
drip of coffee
extended baby cry
a tear begins

I wear my coffin everyday
Fits fine
reminds me what I'm racing for
Dug my grave, back in the day
know what I'm racing for

In the distance, I can see the zombies
around 7am
as I finish the last bit of whiskey
and remind myself of the meaning of everything

A little closer, i can see the zombies
they come eat my brain in advertisements
car commercials
real estate investments
celebrity gossip
dead fucking dead fuckers

I want to shoot them all in the head
like the movies
run and board myself into that house with the last few survivors

but there's no bullets for these fuckers
all logic and reason wouldn't stop them
it's just a race, and my coffin fits fine
join the line
I look damn fine undead