You don't remember my name

The night's moon glows without knowing
what paths' it's allowing him to see.
He stumbles as he escorts two girls up the pavement-
unaware of what he'll see tomorrow.
His friends laugh it off, tossing away
their consciouses in replace of mine.
Why do black footsteps
become imprinted into the road
by soles of sandals and beautiful black heels?
Thank God for honesty, commitment and morality.
I'm glad we have it to choose to implement
when we feel it necessary.
The night moves on fast,
impossible to recollect, too difficult to stop.
"I don't know why", he screams, "I don't know why!"

Forgiveness seeps through saliva, sound waves and telephone lines.

On the other side hides a heart
void of any consequences.
So happy this institution allows us to be free.
He doesn't forget pertinent information
when he wakes with a headache from his sleep.


this is old.
my chest hurts.
my stomach is churning.
and i've made myself sick.