Submissions by andrewmiller

Long days are ended ,
By the sound of a crisp pop.
The cup half full is consumed, refilled,
Not meant to ever stop.

My cabinet full of happinesses,
I swallow them all.
I've now drank three times my weight,
In lovely alcohol.

Walking around the neighborhood,
Seems like a marvelous idea.
Smiling at the stars,
Turning on my Kia.

I can not remember how I got,
To this here Taco Bell,
But my presence calls for a quesadilla combo,
That sure would be swell.

Oh where, Oh where,
Did all my clothes end up?
I'm...

I can't seem to find in my head,
What It is that I truly think,
So I induldge in an iniquitous smoke,
And then partake in a liberating drink,

As my once soberist of my thoughts,
Slowly become the same drunken words,
I can see all of fact and fantasy,
Through what it is that I have learned.

Now I shall stop and begin to speak,
About what it is that is on my mind,
But all in all, for all to see,
I am only killing time.

My roll of this consuming dice,
Is haulted by a land on doubles,
So now I...

No one can see past their own lies.
They speak with maggots, growing into flies.

Waves blacken these bugs clutching the mist,
hearing no words, drinking their own piss.

Yet when their river's rights witness wrong,
those morals that melt were weak all along.

They sparkle brighter than half eaten pigs,
glistening gold through the oiliest rigs.

Dripping from their lips; a portrait of me,
searching the water for the treasured sea.

I am the dying writing of blind men flying,
unworthy enough to keep with my hiding.
...

I am blind without evolution,
Falling hopelessly into dissolution.
A contribution with no distribution,
Only with singularity lies retribution.
A revolution of meaning,
Through the science of machining.
A leaning towards intervening.
My descent anew; careening.