Detroit, Michigan ---> Hartford, Connecticut

Speeding down the interstate in the pouring rain

Belly full of liquids that do not belong

What have I become?

God Damnit.

I know I posted a lot recently, and was just going to post the lyrics to this song, but I figured Id give you a break. Watch. Listen. Drown.

The Dim Bulb Beat

The bruised half-moons holding up my eyes have quickly turned into blackened sand dollars.

I've fallen in love with a sun that has already set.

Mutating behind the bars, and the cars,

are you trying to shut off or are you trying to shut in?

Turn your eyes inside and dig the vacuum

because pretty soon we'll be able to cough blood on the moon.

My reluctant compulsion

for some liquid emulsion

has been painting with tea leaves inside my intestines.

While the slimy southern exposure

of a fun house with broken mirrors

creeps by me as silently as a locomotive.

Now I've fallen in love with a black hole of a man

and I am only a fox who spoils grapes.

How could anyone love a face with eyes set so far apart?

I understand I'm not the ugliest duckling in the pond,

But Im sick of dealing with dim bulbs and dull crayons.

Excuse me while I speak in tied tongues.

Poison Planet

My parents were selfish

So they fucked in the spring.

Next winter I was born

Into a Poison Planet.

My mother tried the best she could

But wound up settling for second place.

While my father turned the other cheek

Towards the race tracks, and red lights.

My mother was selfish

And tried to do the best for us

But in reality, was only good for her.

So she left me on the floor

With the dogs

To get drunk of toddlers tears

In this Poison Planet.

My father was selfish

So he moved into a den downtown

Where the curtains never learned to draw.

Forgotten not in his heart

But in his mind.

Left with the wolves

To peer through the glass

Darkly

In this Poison Planet.

To carry on living

Doesn't make much sense anymore

In this Poison Planet.

Please take my hand in yours

Lead me to the moon,

So I can finally breathe.

And sit below the deepest craters

Where I can gaze down on

My Poison Planet.

My Poison Planet

My Poison Planet would swallow you whole

My Poison Planet can't keep me down

Poison Planet.

My Poison Planet.

Pleasure & Judgement

Dead presidents drown in the bottom of both their pockets

He grabbed her hand and held it longer than she could forget.

Now they're swimming amongst jellyfish

On their own ends of the world.

He is a selfish lover

Fucking a hole in the mattress.

A sun imploded in the east tonight

In a mushroom cloud of electric fluff.

They all spoke in static

And I cant understand

The remnants of him purring down her spine remain.

He is a selfish lover

Just fucking a hole in the mattress.

I suppose she loves him all the same.

Birds dig their way up

Through cellophane wrapped sand

To find themselves standing upon a confectionary ocean.

They know better than to drink the water,

So I pour myself another glass.

His mountains have been caged by men,

But he's forgotten them long ago.

A cacophony of shit rattles through my head

The static seeps louder out of grinding teeth

The jellyfish help transmit from her to him

It's never fast enough.

He is a selfish lover

Still fucking a hole in the mattress

He aches for no one

She yearns for him.

She's just the fucking hole in the mattress.

Sour Grapes

The train tracks are rotting

Keeping me miles from you.

And I'll be damned

If I ain't glad

At how fast the distance grew.

Few nights I spent in your city

And for an eternity I wept in mine.

So I made a wish on a bone

That never came true,

Because I made it just for you.

Disguised as a sheep

To hide from the wolf beneath

Should have hinted me to your skillful forked tongue

That you used to lick my ears

To shut my eyes

And fill my heart

With the ocean of a love so devoid of emotion.

The train tracks are rotting

Keeping me miles from you.

And I'll be damned

If I ain't glad

At how fast the distance grew.

I took a walk down to the corner store to try and find some needles and thread

Finally fix up this aching head.

But instead

I stuck the needles in my eyes

Crossed my heart and dreamed to die.

The sun had long dipped below the horizon

When I finally came to.

I was always told it doesn't matter who you are

To make a wish upon a star.

But that night my wish never came true

Because I made one just for you.

The train tracks are rotting

Keeping me miles from you.

And I'll be damned

If I ain't glad

At how fast the distance grew.

I figured I could get away

If I built myself a small canoe,

So I could paddle farther from

Consuming thoughts of you.

Before I started towards the edge of earth,

I tossed a penny in the pond

And gazed into the deep, beyond.

This time I kept my fat tongue tied,

Because there is nothing I could ever say or do

To remove myself any more from you.

The train tracks are rotting

Keeping me miles from you.

And I'll be damned

If I ain't glad

At how fast the distance grew.

Nikola Tesla was right

"Our virtues and our failings are inseparable, like force and matter. When they separate, man is no more. "

8:44-9:38 Wednesday Night

I arrived at the station three minutes after my train had departed. Now I had to figure out a way to smoothly pass the time while trying to avert stares from this years model of suit and tie, befuddled tourists and the tween hustlers trying to make a buck off stolen mars bars.

I deflated in a seat next to a lumpy schizo' bag lady that I recognized from monday evening. She was still asleep and gnawing on the filter from a Newport cigarette I watched her pick up from the floor. Or maybe it was her own tongue; I couldn't tell the difference. The glowing board looming above us all sputtered and flicked to let us know that the 9:07 train to Trenton was departing on Track 4. Like cows being electrocuted to the slaughter, an undulating wave of humans gushed forward. I watched them bottleneck through the scuffed gold door, refusing to try and open the other half which would increase their spillage. At 9:08, only those left behind remained. Slowly, people trickled back on to the waiting room floor, staring at the board, fidgeting and directionless. Anticipating the illuminated god above to tell them where to go.

The bag ladies head slipped off the armrest and lolled onto my forearm. Yellow drool leaked out of her pigish orifice onto me. Disgusted, I wiped my arm up into her hair. There the globule sat and stared at me, while I could feel  other eyes making themselves at home on my character, in their abhorance of it. 

Two seats to my left sat a red haired man, with an awful goatee hunched over a mall sized pretzel. I only noticed that his grey t-shirt was tucked into blue pocketless sweatpants when he stood up to throw a monster sized bag full of pretzel wrappers in the trash. When he rose, his entire being groaned.  A gut hung over the elastic with the authority of a toddler attempting to escape the confines of their play-pen. Fidgeting for a moment with the draw-string of his sweats, his stubby digits managed to get the knot untied. Thumbs locked in place, he flung his arms forwards and exposed an entire panoramic view of his genitalia. Paying careful attention that his  shirt did not get tucked back in, he pulled it up to expose breasts a size shy of my own.  He threw his bag in the can and cracked a joke about LeBron James, and his eyes met mine. His grin quickly turned shit-eating. Putting his left hand back in his pants, he grabbed around for a while then showed me what he had been trying to find. An un-circumcised dick laughed harder at me then his friends had. They got tired of the joke when I observed that if that was the only thing going for him, he better finish getting his GED. Red-faced, he relocated at the other end of the ever narrowing room. I heard the clunk and clatter of the plastic numbers and letters again. Another heard rushed to their track to be crucified. As before, the remnants who missed the train found seats amongst the already tardy in the room. 

Two confused old ladies in slippers and hair the color of robins eggs shuffled past me with a mountain of luggage chattering in hopes of catching their train. Someone near the gate notified them that it had already left. One took the empty seat beside me, while the other went to find somewhere to relieve her bowels. I watched a young man offer candy bars to tourists. I laughed when they fell for his trick. For those unaware; Once you take the candy from the seemingly generous youth, they ask you to pay for it. When you try to give it back, they won't accept it. A few maneuvers and smooth talking later, they force you to overpay for candy you could have purchased from the vending machine near the ticket booths. This went on for some time, until the station police chased him back upstairs. He'd get more money up there anyway.

The other old woman re-appeared in front of me, so I stood up to offer her my seat. Without letting me finish my sentence ( and without stopping hers...) she pushed me aside to slump into the depths of my seat. She didn't so much as look at me, or offer a ' thank you'. Seatless and annoyed, I roamed in and out of clumps of humans. One shoved me, another made a sound of contempt at my passing. A third threw their McNugget container towards the the trash can but bounced it off of my head instead. No apologies, just a shrug and an about-face. I picked my nose and wiped the bounty on his PRADA bag as I strolled by.

Again, the board fluttered for the last time. The New Jersey Coast line to Long Branch left from Track 1. Pushed and trampled over, I quickly became one with the mob. We were forced into a long, white, sterile hallway with cold rectangular fluorescent lights. Tripping down the stairs, I felt a hand grab my ass. Another teared at my ribs. Someone else grasped at the back of my neck. I was just dead meat to them.

Sitting next to the window in the sixth seat, of the fourth car, it dawned on me that I have to spend the next seventy-five minutes confined in this sardine can with this lost, tired, disgusting, valueless mob that I had slowly become a member of. 

We pulled out. 

I fell asleep. 

And dreamed of overly-salty sea air that smelled of rust and garbage.