he came spitting fire
on a day like no other
tried to hold you near to me
i heard him passing over
he made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air
he put our love in clear perspective
blue, red and green plumage
trailing behind him now
swaddling the sky in its aftermath
the last day coming down
he made a banquet for the stray dogs of the air
he put our love in clear perspective
rising, rising, rising, rising
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
I went down to town's center looking for you.
but a mouth full of anger blocked my view.
he took your hand there in the skating rink.
god will give him blood to drink.
saw the two of you leaving.
I didn't want to follow behind.
but I could see the rest of your evening,
burning in my mind.
the sky's black. the moon's pink.
god will give him blood to drink.
I looked over the railing. ice was white
on the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend
on a friday night.
I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc.
god, god will give him blood to drink.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
you're a strong one, you're a lion
you're brave, death defyin'
you're in your car, crossing town.
and i can feel you, coming down.
you're so pretty, i could burst
and i wonder, who's gonna talk first
my muscles all shaking, and blood's turned to foam
it's tuesday, and you're coming home.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
your skirt was red and flowing,
your blouse was blue
on the night i locked eyes with you.
it seemed to me like i hadn't seen your eyes since last december.
my shredding muscles
my popping joints
i saw the pupils of your eyes by firelight shrinking down to pinpoints
you were poking at the embers
there's a cold wind coming off the ocean.
there's a cold wind coming off the ocean.
i wet my finger with my tongue and pressed it in the ashes,
rubbed it up against your perfect eyelashes.
you said something really important,
something pretty seems to have slipped my mind.
walls were freezing, so was the floor.
i didn't want to hurt you anymore.
you had a sad, sad, friend in front of you,
that dying fire behind.
there was a cold wind coming off the ocean.
there was a cold wind coming off the ocean.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
in the front seat at around four in the morning,
something came down without much warning.
it was bright and shiny and real nice
and it prepared us both for the sacrifice.
i know what it is and i know what it means,
and it's got wings.
i know what it is and i know what it means,
and it's got wings.
in the front seat, you know what i mean.
love came down
bright and hot and pure and clean and ready,
ready for the ****
and i'll get ready.
but hold my hand.
would you please hold me steady?
i know what it is and i know what it means,
and it's got wings.
i know what it is and i know what it means,
and it's got wings.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
i thought that i was in control.
when i saw her coming, i reached out my hand.
you would think so too
but there is something here that you do not understand.
she's got skin like you would not believe.
i saw her skin and i went out of my mind.
she's got skin more perfect that the sky,
and i reached out my hand and left the world behind.
no one knew what i was talking about,
i used to say that what i saw through my window
was brilliant sap and strong white camelias.
now i see her coming, and i just don't think so.
she's got skin like you would not believe.
i saw her skin and i went out of my mind.
i reached out my hand and i walked out into the rain.
i was right behind the clouds.
i could just see her coming.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
you will not call my memory into question.
you will not question my memory.
see there was you and me up on a hilltop by ourselves
and then the red clouds dispersing above me
i should have killed myself
when i found out how beautiful you are.
but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.
as the afternoon sky opened up its mouth
and the air cooled down one or two degrees
i felt the world within me screaming to come out
and then i looked up at you and your hair spilled down over me.
i felt you breathing on me and i heard your voice.
your eyes were twin bonfires and your lips were moist.
i should have killed myself
when i found out how beautiful you are.
but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
come down in the flatland
show me your shoulder
wait now where the black hand touches us
we'll both grow older
and the sky above us
and the ground beneath us
and the air around us
and the ocean to the right
measure your arm length
i can't live without it
i treasure those thirty inches
i want to talk about it.
and the sky above us
and the ground beneath us
and the air around us
and the ocean to the right
love you in the cold air
your long hair makes me shiver
above you i see the sun
light up every sliver
and the sky above us
and the ground beneath us
and the air around us
and the ocean to the right
and the sky above us
and the ground beneath us
and the air around us
and the ocean to the right
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
the moon shining,
three hours into the best part of the day and
i want to tell you that you're so pretty and
the words come out wrong and the rage gets in the way..
dead quiet you looked at me like you were looking into space.
yeah, in space noone could hear you say good bye.
but down here i shouldn't have to read it on your face.
that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.
the moon shining down on your body.
you look so nice.
and i want to tell you, but you don't want to hear it,
and i know. you don't have to tell me twice.
but, once would be civil. the moon shining.
i got it in my brain, and i had so much to say but there was dead quiet.
you were silent. three hours into the best part of the day.
and that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.
and that's not normal.
that's not right.
that's not very nice.
no, it isn't.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
meanwhile downstairs
i'm setting up shop
a little too proud
to let the matter drop
i can see you up there,
isn't it romantic?
you're huffing and puffing
their chairs on the titanic
and i reach for a glass
of cool water drawn from the rivers of babylon.
meanwhile outside,
the stars have come out.
and the humid summer air
tugs at the ring in my snout.
and you come to the window,
and i spread wide my arms.
jump if you want to jump.
jump if you want to.
the water's warm.
me, i know.
i know 'cause i've been swimming.
blindly along through the rivers of babylon.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC