Submissions by neighbour

At night, my finger is usually cocked locked
and ready to pull. My moaning gun drizzles some dregs of life left,
I am going to do the same shit tomorrow
I did it today and now I am comfortable
Nothing exciting
I'm loveless and unstable
Being twenty is nothing exciting

Sober, you're sober
staggering away from me green
floating

and there you go, into that wallet, your bed
you're still here.


A mental tribunal was held to convict my silent war cry,
And the voices within decided hesistantly to take
the money.To recieve my payment.
I have no spoken words.
They're wraught with uneducated and disorganized thought.

More silence rings
Than drugs exist to dissolve this mess of
burning sleepy anger.

I pull my insoluble self into another's body,
shackle...