They have tripped the wire

And set it off in my head

Standing in the fire

Dropped into the dead fall

After pulling the pin

Landing in what might’ve been

Burning bridges before

We build, before we find

The answers to the known

I will bury your thoughts

In shallow graves

For the worms to spin out in

And when we pull out

Of the obvious

And leave it clean

Open in the face of

An unbelievable dream

Waking up in the atmosphere

Of something unclear

Or so it would seem

Out on the dull

Clearly with out sheen

Shaking in the cracks

Of the shattered

Walking in the shadows

Of the unclean

And desperate

Contrive an idea

Worthy of most of them

Most of them worthless

Or average at best

Is at least average

An average mess

Matt Maxwell: 02/18/04

Levitate above

My body

Over the wounds

Left by time

The scars are

Not so obvious

Buried in

The mind

Where the

Graves of

So many

Are so hard

To find

From the

Over growth

Of the canopy

And the fruit

Dying on

The vine

Matt Maxwell: 1/9/03

So how’s my heroin

In the arms of these

Once again

Burning in the window

Of a dark room

My friends

Talk to the walls

For moral support

Guiding my breath

To the words

That I sort

And dump

Into the world

By the quart

How bout

We look to

The sisters

Of mercy

For the measures

Of our depth

Standing clearly

In the high water

Of our dreary

Overcast and

Weary

Naturally off

By myself

In a place

Where I hang

My memories

And scoff

Bring your

Bashing to

The world

Crashing

And brake

Off a piece

Worth trashing

In your face

Is out of time

You wont be

Stepping

When crossing

The line

Where they hide

And close their eyes

Prey for changes

In the crashing tide

Matt Maxwell: 11/5/04

Laying down to drown

In my own stupidity

Again I have found

The bottom end of eternity

And forever

Always Sounds like the

End of time

A place on the

Other end

That we’ll

Never find

As I look for

A cure

Something

To divide

& Leave behind

 For the

Buzzards

To eat alive

Choking in

The dust

Of all I’ve

Burned

Is where

I thrive

Focused

In the rain

To bring

The sun

Once again

Just to

Snuff It out

To be saved

To once again sin

In a world

Of doubt

In the face

Of hope

I starve

For a drought

Matt Maxwell -12/14/01