Taj's Blog

August 2016

“we ate together”

So that you could hold it down

Now I just don’t eat

pray to the moon

Its summer solstice, and I’m

Listening to crust punk records on my porch

nightly ritual

viewed through crimson eyes

Taking orange “Z 25s”

left by lovers

shakin again

breaking a sweat

Its so cold outside

seeing the colours I’m feeling

Pushing my hands into my eyes

to find nightvision

or godlike

visions

Whipped hopes and frustrations

read in wall code

Well built shallow

man nor women

is not much larger

Kind of like gravity

Eyes locked on the earth

beer bottles littered the dirt-of my room

Don’t stop looking for what you love

“winter is between your teeth”

smelling of dirt and ice

I see it when you bite down on me

Its close to 4

church steps throw shadows

Bygone, “beautiful and sad,

A Graveyard on the sun”

Theres no need for introductions

Re-admissions are fast

Calling endlessly until returned

held too close and

short of breath,

yearning and

Loved until the last

second, The moon locks into lactating eyes

Drinking dirt until I can’t see no one

you will not release me

Rounding corners and

coming back  through walls

No matter the cost

 "Summertime”

summer homes

summer dresses

summer hair

summer ears

stained red

canned dread

rhyming again

spitting friend

on the pavement

rubbing bleach burned hands

suicide in the eyes

holding impoverish lies

coke snout, falling about

ended up in the sink last night

cranial glow, lowered fro

I still think of you at night

or in the early morning

whichever you view it as

I guess

“——"

Now its night

cold air, I’m sore feet

standing in a parking lot

holding a 26 of something funny

acid head

feeling what was said

not understanding

stupid daytime guitar chords

dreams

ambitions

night time

Oxy friends 45 minutes away

railing

railing

railing

railing

There was a fire in my bed last night

A night terror, drowning in funny

again again again

losing your grip

Its may 23rd?

Pay check Friday

We’re all the same

We’re all the same

I wanted you in bed with me again

Like zooms and that 43% later

Im on fire

I’m on fire

You’re on fire

here in bed

cocaine eyes, snorting magpies

looking at the sky, sipping rye in the old

farmstead,

Dreams that float overhead

I want to be yr friend without a nervous system

Haunt my dreams with a tooth pick an yr butterfly kisses

MIrror

chop

rail

work

mirror

chop

rail

work

no sleep

my bed is a mess of uppers and downers

screamers and shakers

Wires and bottles

Socks and electronics

Fill my day with useless shit

sit naked in my bed for twelve hours

wired

intoxicated

I can’t see

I filter feed

Spit out my teeth

Find no crease

I think it’s a choice

I know its a choice

feel the scene

feel the scene

Your here to say your apathetic.

I broke down in front of you a few nights ago