brad imes's chin vs. rashad evans's left hook

we are soldiers beyond hope or prayer.
disappearing boys polka-dotted in red
all mutter the same immortal air:
"this ain't like what the recruiter said."

underneath our sour, curdled skin,
we are just walking sacks of ash.
every radio tune is a battle hymn
and love songs come with epitaphs.

so let me explain to you this war:
god says he's not playing anymore
but he left his toys all over the floor.

fucking fathers day

a bird dog,
her leprous skin spotted under wisps of ancient hair,
pottering like a toddler,
an old woman asking
"please don't leave me
with these young folks i don't understand"
dead conversations,
the doom gate,
rain everyone else ignores,
words that quietly humiliate me,
the destruction of my goals in the name of hedonism,
babysitting a child three years my senior,

trent reznor saying
"there is no you,
there is only me"
and i believed him

mmmm jesse lacey

i am your religious disbelief
i am your personal new orleans flood
you can see it when i bare my teeth
my gums are covered in someone else's blood
but both my hands are clean and white
i don't need to touch you to make you bleed
all i have to do is tell you what's right
if i give you the razor you'll do the deed

i'm the ghost and the wolf and the priest and the gun
you're the worm and the dog and the child and the whore
i'll wave a hello to your six-year-old son
while you go insane on your living room floor
i make the soldier's finger slip
i'm the reason you can't take a life
and when you're away on a business trip
i'll be the one who's fucking your wife

so crack me open if you can
i'm the missing link between god and man

my hairy bigfoot feet

hello, friends, my name's bigfoot
you can call me sasquatch too
see, most people think i'm pretty scary
but i promise that's not true

i know i'm almost eight feet tall
but i'm really a very nice guy
it's just that people run away when they see me
before i can even say hi

so i sniffle a bigfoot sniffle
and i wipe my bigfoot nose
on my oodles and oodles of tangled brown fur
(you'd be surprised how fast it grows)

i'll admit i'm pretty lonely
see, i'm the only one of my kind
and none of the animals will talk to me
(maybe it's the smell i leave behind)

so should you see me in the woods
(i hope you'll understand)
if i come up and say hello,
would you shake my bigfoot hand?

fuck dare, tonight i just said no all on my own

to the actor:
when you spat out those contemptuous lines,
are you sure you never meant it?

to the singer:
when you sang out your rebukes behind that 58 mic,
are you sure you never meant it?

to the writer:
when you typed up those poems of sickness and safety,
are you sure you never meant it?

to the piano guy:
when you think that one thought
that makes your fingertips pound the keys that much harder
make sure you never mean it

oh, you.

i know you've heard all the good lines before,
but take this one to heart:
i've been reading a book on the horrors of war
and you're my favorite part.

serenity

today there are no comforts of home
me and my headache are here all alone
my mind is moving like a dancer's feet
but all i want to do is sleep

humvee sobriety (somewhat rewritten for lyrics purposes)

mushroom cloud at the side of the road
your teeth are gushing smoke
you know i always help you out when things look grim
but darlin, i'm missing a limb

my shoulder's long been stripped
got no hand to take the fire from your lips

we're buried belonging to the sand
that vital organ, the medicine man,
he runs to the well sayin the end is nigh
but the well's run dry

there's a war across the sea
see the land mines in me

quantum physics is the latest disgrace
livin in a place where there ain't no place for it
o, we are weary and we lost control
we must find that one time when we all had a soul

you are the casualty
and i'm your phantom limb

fuck the modern age

when you do something strictly for yourself
you fail to interest anyone else
when you speak in anything less than absolutes
the extremists loose the wolves on you
when you look down on yourself from space
you can't see your own face
and when you breathe on phone lines
it turns to static