Today
When I see you in front of me
You run through a thousand words and bits
Of
Bits
Of lives you know
I am part-werewolf part-pop reference
Part great archetype part lover
I am never whole I am never me
There is no insight
Today
when
The blue of your eyes
Is only as vivid as the paintings I’ve seen
They are not your eyes
you have taken them from the blue of time
you’ve dressed your self and yourself
from cruelty in factories
and the love of the cloth
today
I am losing it
You are millions of people
A shaky picture of a picture
It must always be like this
There is no insight
Today
When you unravel the things in your purse
With gumpacks tic tacs god and a weapon
I don’t know which one you are
Who have you stolen you from?
Say existential crisis again
And I’ll disappear into the walls
There is no inside-out insight
There is no in side-out in sight
There is no in side out in sight
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
Time is a walking shadow
Time is up, yo
Time on the roof of the mouth like stalactites
Like an ice monster
Time singing to the audience
Hitting all the wrong notes
All the notes really
But in the wrong order
Time is an hour glass
Shot through with arrows of time
Your time against my time
Time is money
Time is wartime in war
Time like mold grown on the inside of our arms
Time like water stains on the ceiling
Time like stains in general
More than you more than me
Time
Time like a dress on the floor
Time like suicide mission in the name of time
Time like a poem abandoned in the abandoned candlelight
Time like nothing we care about
Time like popsicles never going away
Time going back
The light going back inside the body
The body blocking out the shadow
Time like tombs like time like catacombs
Like reading slow and dumb
Time like you and me at gun point with a decision
About time
Aborted time and poor time
**** time and serious time
Time like names we can’t remember
Won’t remember
Time like a memory that hasn’t come into being
Time like a broken mic
Rophone
Time like the echo
Time like ************ in the dark
Time like no one’s ******* business
Time like the ****** in your shower scene
Time like god’s angels
Time like a broken record
Time wasted when you’re done with this
I apologize for wasting your time
Time like a band-aid coming undone
Time like a cherry bomb inside our homes
Time slipping out the smashed clocks
Time and time a
Gain
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 3:53 PM UTC
You tracked it down
Watched the water go light pink
Watched the light go in and out
You’ve been shaded
You dragged it a mile down the river
With your bare
Hands
The sun left and you saw
The moon
Shoot up just for you
With its drugged-up glow
You should have done this long ago
Screamed and smeared
Danced with guts still warm
Elbow deep in the heart of it.
You think about getting an apple
For the mouth
But that’s been done so many times
It wouldn’t mean anything
Your stomach turns
Hunger you guess
You have to bleed it dry
Just to eat
It beats cleaning dead bugs
Out of the sink
Its beats loneliness
It beats until the heart’s left out of this and the rest of it
There won’t be any leftovers
No flowers
No ceremony
It’s not that type of ending
Your hands are stained for days
Your thoughts too
Keep waiting for your pulse and things to quiet down
Sure, it’s comforting
Sure, it’s been like thing forever
But you’ve thrown away so much of it
You could have kept some of the insides
But you were afraid
-scared shitless-
you wouldn’t know
what to do with it.
Apr 25, 2011
Apr 25, 2011 at 7:57 AM UTC
Yellow backs of chair
we're in a classroom
it's outer space
I can see through your shirt, almost to the
skin
we're in a machine, we are strangers
I want the shirt to
show your heart
It should be there somewhere
in contrast with the green chalkboard
we might be on to something here
We are kids inside the classroom
your hair has some rust inside it, your hands play,
we should learn our lesson
I don't know you
I love you
Let the world turn away, let the oxygen strip itself in air
Books are burning, schools out
Apples are rotting
It's bad. I have a knife I'm not allowed to have
this is unveiled love
as we
will
come to know of it
Apr 20, 2011
Apr 20, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
The world started as a mouse maze
science knows that but not Miss Anthropy
the hunger lets us smell the happy-meat
Run, children, R-U-N, witches and **** wolves are coming you see
I aimed the small gun for my head but got the shouldered white-angel instead
accidentally made a blood paint on the wall like glaze
No doctors! I do this my own self fast
Trap some daylight in a jar and go inside
Poke some holes in you Miss, like a reverse vampire death
let the light out. Burn, Burn. It's you are me all that's left
I'll mouth you and duct tape for mount ride
Invade. Take the tall kingdom. Shadow cannot last.
Signifying not a thing-- Idiot Doc and weird *** science
and Hate Hate Hate, what would you do?
-- Eat 'em up, **** 'em dry. Of course, take them in. Drown them in acid
--Sounds like fury to me -- No! No!-- It's a valediction hid-
den inside your love-soul. All is careful in a yellow hue
Two sides to the hitting fence: Love you lonely or build a shoddy allegiance.
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
Remember walking the railroad track?
the tunnel looked like the devil's mouth
is what we said
It wasn't cold or warm
there was a wind that didn't show up
we took those pills that made our eyes
like cartoons in love
made the stars fall like ice cubes
into the cool water of our stomach
You said you remember
how your father scared to death for his life
sang you rainstorm melodies
that were not beautiful at all
but it made you sleep at night
you are still terrified of soft lullabies
you told me about the night
that strange kid became a thief from inside you
remember that's the night I tried to kiss you
the claw marks left a clean impression
remember remember
even though I know you won't
your eyes of glass tell me everything
about your need for transparency
and for your lack of memory
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
I mean it
this will be clear, no poetry or sparkles
no birthday candles on the cake
there are
a few ways to serve truth and
I am not familiar with any of them;
I am glad you don't hide in the bathroom to eat your lunch anymore
I am glad when you found love you pushed it away because it wanted more
than you ever had in your organs
I am glad you fight the diseases you've invented
I am glad that over the phone angels drop out of your mouth
and fight the monsters in my stomach
there is such a thing as good violence
no one has won yet
but
the fight is
pure
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 8:07 AM UTC
Alive
with a white fire
with the angel's sword
with cliches
and cheesiness
you're running through silicon valley
with your wide blue eyes tearing people to pieces
and putting them back together
drink them like your ocean
You acrobat, Death's jaw has dropped to the floor
soon in your millionaire car
and your diamond fingers on the wheel
you can take on the emptiness of this all
and make it shine
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 7:55 AM UTC
Opens with some lucidity
after the world has gone limp
like marionettes
slides up to a good posture
and the everything rises
and blooms
All is well-enough
Not to do any-thing
Sit back a relax
People crave the expected,
Give em' the song and dance act:
Unseal her, let the air out
Pretend her hair is different
Let the left-over shape mean something
Make it the secret of Life
Cue the yellow hue
live your memories in a fuzzy lens
Slow the images, it's raining sunshine
Demi-god celebrities play your part
you're the star
be able to keep your heart
in one place
lock it up
Take a pause. . . . . .
Hit the spotlight, change the focus, transfer the weight
shift
the
burden
Wide eyed shot
dark shadows back alleys open veins
american pulp love with an insanity twist
Make the events your life
dislocate the easiness
Cut to the bed
torn to shreds
Blood slow on the back, warm wine on the wrist
all reddened by friction
Drop
Strange the angle change
dunce cap and a corner prayer
the catharsis framework
Go back to the clear cut beginning-end
crawl through the webbed nothingness
the vapor of conversation
reality pushed upon
the drooling stranger through the
bedroom window
eyes like a bone-saw, artificial
Pity
him
Become
him
Time has been extended over the back-lit stage
a lucky break waking up with an adrenaline needle in your chest
a resuscitation
Take the life from the shelf
Contradict yourself, very well, Contradict yourself
Make the impossible concrete, the unreal cities grow like roses
Cut to Black
rip a hole for light, you're gonna need it
Role the credits, see the forgotten names which mean forgotten faces
you've hung on
sit in the dark
clap to yourself
to this far away distraction
you're the hero and you've made it make sense in the rearrangement
of
blood
love
and voyeurism
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 8:25 AM UTC
Blame your desperation on the weather
Match the gray with gray
Allow yourself a smile or two
Don’t overdo it
Don’t force something like this
Try to make this all less crazy
Wash your face. Tighten up.
Forget the blade, the poison, the stars
You overhear someone tell someone the time
You’ve let that slip into
the background
in the spaces where the unseen meets
Blame your low-key troubles on the
T.V. shows
Watch the skinny giants starve
Someone’s changing the heat up and down
in the pearl-sized world
And someone’s taken all the colors out for
some other playground
those invisible hands, it follows, have too much
pull and force on the everydays.
Keep yourself alive with twice strained coffee and sunny days
Cut your hair with the kitchen knife
Grow a beard, fake an accent,
Fake Silence.
Pretend to make it mean something, the collapse, the choking
Clean the living
room
wipe all the fingerprints
No one’s coming for you but you’d take a hug from a hired assassin
You’d sympathize with the serial killer about his sin
You’d be impressed by his breath which smells of green mints.
Blame the sickness in your blood
Which warns off love with sores and fevers
On boredom and hunger
Make something of yourself, make yourself last
Peel off skin and let it dry like *** pourri
Forget how to love the ones that hurt you
Forget to how to hurt the ones that love you
Bite your lip to keep it all in
Bite to the bleeding, then
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh
Build fires out of sofas and the kitchen table, make a vacancy of home
Laugh at humanity stuffed and suffering on its stilts
Smile at the honey moon you’ll never get to
Show your teeth at the ***** Death
Make the damage worth the price.
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC