inhaling these sodden summer days
listening to leadbelly
and drinking southern style real brewed sweet tea.

i'll miss you when the morning comes.

In The Sour Grass Field


there lay my face on your wrist
like a heart on a sleeve

painstaking.
sweat brow.
pen strokes.

you held your arm out
in the blazing summer sun.
"look," you said,
"it's you."

how dear you were
in that moment.
with great crashing pride
you viewed your handiwork

talking.
talking.
talking.
you were always
talking.

libraries of words
falling off the shelves of your mouth.

drawing.
drawing.
drawing.
you were always
drawing.

and now,
this image of me.

like a brand upon the brain.

you thought it'd
be there, to
remind you
of
me.

but not all things
can be as they were first intended.
the rain eventually lets up
children abandon their red balloons
prisoners come up for paroll
and ink fades.

I was witness to this.
first on your wrist.
and then in your chest.

SS General Slocum

i see you there.
excreting monsters
and rabid animals
from your soul

the iv drips
you cling to the needle
like a naked child
clutches its mother's chest

you let forth mournful moans
and harranging screams
a broadcast of the nightmare
your existance has become

i see you there.
no longer dancing with the devil
but collapsed in his yard,
what a sad waste of a heart.

it's getting late
and the black sun is crawling
to the other side of this world
it's become hard to make anything out

but don't worry dear,
i can still see you

first attempt at stop action.

happy birthday dear sir.

October Revolution

you kick and scream
banging your bloody knuckles
deeper into your cardboard city.

the townspeople crawl out
of their well manufactured houses
a blank look of awe
sweeps across their dirty faces.

red sky
smeared with black and gray.
your jaw falls open
out falls bombs like fire
down to the city below.

hot breath.
you whisper into your own ear:
here comes my october revolution.

-Lyon

I haven't had a good, hard, eye watering laugh in far too long.
why have things been feeling so bleak lately?