I want purple dinosaurs

No more impressionist paintings for me please
I'd rather study how
of all the things scientists can dream
it's the color of a dinosaurs skin that really irks me
you just fucking don't know

how can you make flesh green and speckled from...bone

I want purple dinosaurs

A Sculptors Tale of Love and Murder Suicide

Say you haven’t been out to the Sycamore Grove
With that good for nothing Benjamin StoneRegardless your word’s no good
Eliza saw you there
With Benjamins hands tangled in your hair
And all the while I’ve been home
Carving a bust for the Counts wife
When Eliza spoke of your whoring
I slipped and cut my hand to the bone
I’ve slipped and it will cost you your life
I’ve slipped and missed the mold
But I swear this; I will cast your bones in gold
sell them to the highest bidder
and commit my suicide

I am a sculptor
And you are my muse, my wife

Pen Knife

My latest heart attack
has been electronic thoughts
written with a blood red pen
slashing

three cheers for the weapon of choice
longhand whimpers and growls
bated breath
then, howling
slipping from page to page
prowling
slashing

let loose the hounds of war
all over those expense reports
there are better things to do
on a Monday afternoon

Home

I miss the heat rise off the blacktop
the quarter pipe in the driveway
War Pigs playing and a cold beer
I miss all the pretty girls on the weekends
the fist fights and shitty shows at the Big Fish
I miss the dive bars
I miss the rum soaked trips
outside of town, bonfires and the river
blood on my clothes
blacking out and walking home
I miss The Busey Banks and sweeping 'em clean
I miss Jenny and her habit despite the way
it made me want to tear my own flesh
for loving her less
Palo Verde and Q and brew pool cues
I miss Rivas burritos and Dougans humor
Arizona in all of its sweltering heat
and its thunderstorm blues
pool parties
punk rock shows
rattlesnakes
and a bleeding broken nose

Play

Juggling dreams like molotov cocktails
going through life chasing a ghosts coattails
I'll see you in lobby during the intermission
the red head deserves an honorable mention
but no dice
you can't die twice

Nyquil

It is a nyquil night
this dream is becoming weird
with my eyes glued to your mocccasins
and beer dripping from my beard
but in my real life I'm cleanly shaven
and your feet are too quick
you have your fleet foot freedom
I take my comfort in a cancerous flick of my bic
we wittle down our souls to something easily amused
so on our weekends we will keep away the blues
there is the 9 to 5, the daily grind
laughter at the copier and we carve away
we shrug off the excess
our bodies sway with the madness
until our minds can keep the time of our lunches
down to the seconds
we can now throw away our watches
replace our clocks with inspirational posters
I recommend teamwork and synergy
hive minds conserve energy

Zombie Propaganda

I'm a shuffling vessel
for brains and bone gristle
a walking pathogen
come to let myself in
what side are you on anyways?
cant you see today is a glorious day
this is an uprising
if your not with us
you will soon find yourself turning
you're a meal we've long been deserving
me and my friends are united
there is no discrimination
buried beneath your nation
our hunger will not be abated
join us
or we will eat your knowledge
with clawing hands
out of your self righteous fucking heads
noobs