Let us kill art

and then dissect it.

Let us bury it

and wait in vain

for the ressurection.

I'm making a list

of the all giant

"fuck you"s that I owe

so here's to harmony

and piece of mind

Here's to virtue

and love,

most devine

Here's to balance

and a good,

productive life.

and finally,

Karma -

You can kiss my ass

Why can't I have more than one heart?

A chamber for each love

Decorate it in red velvet

Decorate it in black leather

Make up the bed with tacky heart shaped cushions

Make up the bed with silk sheets and draw the curtains

Why can't I have more than one heart?

A chamber for each love

I drink too much coffee

smoke too many cigarettes

with the taste of last nights beer

still lingering on my tongue

I keep asking what I'm doing here

but it's the only world I know

with my paint-stained,

nicotine-glided fingers

I used to think it was cool

now they're calling on the phone

and they're texting me messages

asking what I'm doing tonight

there's a new club downtown

think we should check it out

so I leave the canvas, leave the dream

and head out for my funeral

lets hope it's atleast obscene

'cause we sit in these bars,

where the beer is cheap

we talk of life and art

and try to be funny

if we can't be smart

have you seen my coffin

I've painted it in the colour of your lips

and someone tagged it on facebook

as the judas and the king

have you seen my coffin

crafted in the latest style

yeah you know it's so DIY

how can we be so broke

and still afford the beer

will we ever even do,

what we've been talking about here

another cigarette and another dream

another cup of coffee and another scheme

welcome to my funeral

atleast it's obscene

a fresh start

a brand new mentality

and a in-style personality

straight from wall-mart

state of the art

best in show reality

everything but originality

I know it by heart

Do you know how ugly I am?

It's the kind of ugliness

which can't be cured

by botox

by implants

suck-this-out insert-this-here

surgery

If you could see how ugly I am

you'd point you finger at me at the mall

and stand there with you mouth open

If you knew

how child-scaring

freak show

ugly

I am

I love my ugliness

I cuddle up with it on dark nights

I paint the canvas with it my ugliness

mix it with in ink

to scrawl poetry

on starbuck napkins

because my ugliness is my muse

this skin you see is not mine

it's a thin coat of mix-it-yourself plaster

carefully painted over

my beautiful

ugliness

I am the hungry hunted kind

I walk a hundred miles

to fall into your trap

I wish my heart didn't beat quite so fast
perhaps a nice slow waltz
and not this electro-techno-act

I wish my fingers didn't shake
I wish the sedative would take
maybe some more tranquilizers
or a freelancing hypnotizer

just bring the silence back again

Art is dead,

a zombie rose from it's grave

in the catacombs

of wine and professional jealousy

only the shape was the same

but even with my better self

shouting in my ear

I fell in love with the circus

I fell in love with the chase

I made the zombie my lover

and the canvas my grave

I never stay too long in one place
in case I get stuck
in the quicksand that is my mind
and in the gutter of my heart

You never stay too long
In case you get trapped
by the hundreds of arms
with nooses for hands
that are attatched to every woman you meet

I never stay too long
the morning after sex
a cup of coffee and I'm gone
you put on the tv in the background, pick up a book
and text-message me about time and place
next week

I want to play
with your toy heart
I want to tear
the unbreakable toy apart
small part
not safe to swallow
stuck in your throat
I'll listen to you choke
stuck in your throat
you can't breathe
cut open your throat
I'll fake it real