The sun also rises

Dare I say it: (happy?)
Without substance
Without contact
Without worry
Without sound
Without you
Without me.

Just for a moment
Lend me your eyes
And also your ears,
Your hands and feet,
Your arms and legs,
Your body; upper and lower,
Your heart and organs—
These are unnecessary
Because it is all in your mind.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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(2)
Could I speak a moment?
In empty halls
In houses full
With nothing but
Mirrors and recorders
Although no one hears
I feel it is important
(At least for me)
To speak easy
My thoughts.
My audience? (empty chairs)
My reward? (seemingly none)
Other then the ability of
Weaving words in vacant spaces
Because if there were crowds
I would be worried about saying
All the right things.
Fuck
that.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

fin

“fin”
and left with a black screen
you wonder if that is it
and why these movies
always end in suicide
a vacant stare
a half smoked cigarette.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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i rob the light
from my eyes
and walk through crowds
dead and outnumbered
by those who appear
to be living.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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Thank you.

Mechanically Inspired Poem

112007
Parking garage
5th floor 20 spots
Left from the elevator
Doors sliding open
Eyelids want nothing
More than to slide shut
Jaw the teeth rattling
Ears picking up sound
Feet making a beat
Heart bruised and cold
Lungs full of tar and shit
Thoughts in a toilet
Head getting flushed
Face glides groundwards
Knees begging praying
Hands gripped on the steering wheel.
I am sitting in my car
Park(ed) at ten thirty pm
Trying to warm up my engine
[Heart]

Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

Sometimes

111907
I erased what I was trying to write because some times the pages of our lives just turn out blank and there’s nothing we can do.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

nosenses

111807am
if i were made of something more tangible
say skin, bones, and flesh would you be there
when I fall? [because i have my doubts]
[ive never seen anyone “be there” before]
or would you slip away hoping id find the bottom?
but no bottom exists – just the darkest abysses
a human being could ever travel [its hell]
[really] its a place where god doesnt exist
where youre paralyzed, deaf, and mute
but youre screaming screaming screaming.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

iDecay

111307
Work clock, slowmo,
Almost moves backwards.
Tap water, lukewarm,
Tastes like metals.
Lone smoke, ashes
In empty stomach.
Vacant me, blue hum,
Try to forget this life.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

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111107pm
The last thing I kissed:
A cigarette that burnt
My puckering lips
As streetlights painted
Yellow patterns across my chest
The same way muzzle flairs
Light up a room
During an execution.

The last thing I embraced:
An effigy made of movie clippings
They called it love
Showed it all over town:
Pictures of how it could be
Glowing on walls
The same way apparitions
Light up a room
During a poltergeist.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

The 7th Cycle

111107
On November the 7th
Just past 2 in the morning
I realized that I no longer existed
That I had not noticed myself
Exiting out of my own life.
Even now as this truth dawns on me
My essence fades
Like the lights in a theatre
Before the big show starts.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

move along

11807
Ive out lived you
So I can carry on
You said id breakdown
Before not too long
Well, ive been broken
Its time to make myself
.Whole.
Im gathering my little bag
That has always been packed
Full of the same old bullshit
That i carry in remembrance
That all ill ever have to stand on
Are my own two legs
And if i sit on this tortoise
One more blindingly painful day
Ill never get nowhere slowly
So im running, im fucking running
Straight past your finish line
Into the open arms of oblivion.
Ill see you on the other side
Where nowhere divided in half
Equals infinity and infinity
Equals me.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

you get nothing

11207pm
I hear the distant rumbling of cars
Reminiscent of conversations
I have engaged in while drunk
That just tumble on incoherently;
When I have had too much
My words begin to circle like vultures
Around the carcass of my life
I am honest without shame
My darkest thoughts are exposed
Like rapist clergymen.

I should have been a funeral home
Filled with mourning relatives
Who are really there for the will
Faking sorrow through the wake
Hoping, praying they will get the payout.

You won’t get shit when I die,
Fuckers.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.

A Small Offering

112007am
Let me store
This with you:

I have these bouquet thoughts
Flowering from my erratic mind
And if I could only shift the epicenter
Towards the tranquility of thought
I would scrape my skin from bone
Using nothing other than long stares
And thus reach my destination
Naked
.Perfect.

© Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.