Travel miles following the periods that
trail your sentences, you always
spoke in broken english
This child is a bridge between us,
my heart to your belly,
we built a furnace to
bear a star
So I've been time
traveling again through
letters, baby girl my
compass.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Angel
Lips ellipsis sister
hold my hand,
bear my vision and
carry me for water,
and someday meet
this angel she's my
daughter.
Lips ellipsis sister
wait
three days eight hours
5 cigarettes and a
glass of water
When you meet this angel
see your daughter.
hold my hand,
bear my vision and
carry me for water,
and someday meet
this angel she's my
daughter.
Lips ellipsis sister
wait
three days eight hours
5 cigarettes and a
glass of water
When you meet this angel
see your daughter.
Harpoon yourself, Idiot
'Yes, there are plenty of fish in the sea,
but I've only ever concerned myself with
Moby fucking Dick....'
but I've only ever concerned myself with
Moby fucking Dick....'
'I told you this, I meant it....'
I would trade all of this
poison for the
vanilla boring safety of
love.
A dog, a
house,
kids.
poison for the
vanilla boring safety of
love.
A dog, a
house,
kids.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Disorientation
Fire handguns into the night while
tigers hang in still time, faces of
men with no faces weep
Lying, the beautiful bride
takes everything, insult,
injury
pride
Noise patterns in chaos,
typical nights in
blackout drunk or approaching,
cannot hear over the
thin
thin
silence
tigers hang in still time, faces of
men with no faces weep
Lying, the beautiful bride
takes everything, insult,
injury
pride
Noise patterns in chaos,
typical nights in
blackout drunk or approaching,
cannot hear over the
thin
thin
silence
450 for 35 Minutes
Wake in a room of tinfoil?
Trying to cook yourself no doubt,
oven of half baked ideas it's
not your fault
A little sugar a
little salt a little
love a little truth
a little honesty
a little wisdom
and blood from
anything that
moves
A tooth
an eyelash a
dash of tear drop
confession
Recipe
fur
Trying to cook yourself no doubt,
oven of half baked ideas it's
not your fault
A little sugar a
little salt a little
love a little truth
a little honesty
a little wisdom
and blood from
anything that
moves
A tooth
an eyelash a
dash of tear drop
confession
Recipe
fur
Red Planet
Mars is above us, the
moon is gone,
red eye in the ceiling
of black black blankets and
fuck me, it's beautiful
Times like these, elegance gives
way to truth unbound,
fingers give way to tongues and
sound and I give
to gravity of moon gone
Mars
Red eye in the ceiling
Red eye in the night
***
moon is gone,
red eye in the ceiling
of black black blankets and
fuck me, it's beautiful
Times like these, elegance gives
way to truth unbound,
fingers give way to tongues and
sound and I give
to gravity of moon gone
Mars
Red eye in the ceiling
Red eye in the night
***
'Wait', Impossible
And time filled with nothing,
ulcers ulcers ulcers
rhapsody intestinal
but everyone says 'wait'
Impossible
Big exit is calling
Sleep
ulcers ulcers ulcers
rhapsody intestinal
but everyone says 'wait'
Impossible
Big exit is calling
Sleep
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Drink up
Yellow teeth,
deserts in kansas
and stigmatizing smile
Fourteen minutes of safety
followed by two minutes
of repeated stab wounds to
the chest and gut
Do not let sadness and anger grow
Black cast iron pot filled with
bones and bones
and some water and salt
making bone soup and
you call that soup,
that's laughable
Train yard, train station
you have some fixation
with coming and going and
thousands of people
passing which,
is funny,
because you hate nothing more than
change
You dream of jellyfish constantly,
suffocating on that animated plastic,
killer afterbirth some kind of cruel
joke
Ramble, in your chair in the
empty room
in the
dark
in your apartment
in your hell
that is
a heaven
of sorts
Your sarcasm doesn't always outweigh your
weakness
Drink up
Forget
Your chin is nearly on your
chest
deserts in kansas
and stigmatizing smile
Fourteen minutes of safety
followed by two minutes
of repeated stab wounds to
the chest and gut
Do not let sadness and anger grow
Black cast iron pot filled with
bones and bones
and some water and salt
making bone soup and
you call that soup,
that's laughable
Train yard, train station
you have some fixation
with coming and going and
thousands of people
passing which,
is funny,
because you hate nothing more than
change
You dream of jellyfish constantly,
suffocating on that animated plastic,
killer afterbirth some kind of cruel
joke
Ramble, in your chair in the
empty room
in the
dark
in your apartment
in your hell
that is
a heaven
of sorts
Your sarcasm doesn't always outweigh your
weakness
Drink up
Forget
Your chin is nearly on your
chest
A Vision Of The Universe As Seen From The Beach Next To An Ocean That Doesn't Exist
Fish bowl museum
ocean of truth to drink in
live in
pray for
At the edge of that ocean
sand dunes stretch for
dreaming days, miles
until we wake from
milky smoke screens of
spinning
Eyes dance behind curtain
lids but catch the glow of
so many suns,
buried in those dreams
the hint of all the days
passed
Shivering now on a beach as
unfamiliar as this two mooned
night, I
Wait
By fireside for the tide
to ebb, for the one
winged albatross who
said nothing and nothing
then everything
all
in an
instant of
more
everything
There was
nothing
linear
about it
It was so
so
loud.
ocean of truth to drink in
live in
pray for
At the edge of that ocean
sand dunes stretch for
dreaming days, miles
until we wake from
milky smoke screens of
spinning
Eyes dance behind curtain
lids but catch the glow of
so many suns,
buried in those dreams
the hint of all the days
passed
Shivering now on a beach as
unfamiliar as this two mooned
night, I
Wait
By fireside for the tide
to ebb, for the one
winged albatross who
said nothing and nothing
then everything
all
in an
instant of
more
everything
There was
nothing
linear
about it
It was so
so
loud.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Headaches and Fingers
Beneath a suffocation cloud be
near me suffocation loud and
fear three visions:
a child
a bone
a broken branch
Entropy smoke in my eye, the
stinging electric the first feeling
in days aside from
gut
oh gut,
how I feel you
Suffocation cloud become the
silent treatment in a shroud of
headaches and fingers
headaches and fingers
headaches and fingers
near me suffocation loud and
fear three visions:
a child
a bone
a broken branch
Entropy smoke in my eye, the
stinging electric the first feeling
in days aside from
gut
oh gut,
how I feel you
Suffocation cloud become the
silent treatment in a shroud of
headaches and fingers
headaches and fingers
headaches and fingers
Monday, April 4, 2011
March 2, 2011 and A Mystery Cloud
Did you attend the
coronation of the sky king
You did,
with every breath, with
eyes closed sleeping,
your horizontal prayer
to him
In your distorted room,
wide angle horizons,
muted whites,
you float above the bed
somehow stealing your
photographs right from
my dreams
Which is why I'm
obsessed
I don't know how you do it
Only the sky king knows
and he hates me
Pardon me,
it's time to
pull at my skin again
I have to go
coronation of the sky king
You did,
with every breath, with
eyes closed sleeping,
your horizontal prayer
to him
In your distorted room,
wide angle horizons,
muted whites,
you float above the bed
somehow stealing your
photographs right from
my dreams
Which is why I'm
obsessed
I don't know how you do it
Only the sky king knows
and he hates me
Pardon me,
it's time to
pull at my skin again
I have to go
'67 or '11, Sweltering
This is our summer of
love so
love the bomb, drink
water from the bong, take
lessons from the dharma eating
pigeons in the streets, take
what you need to
eat sleep shit shit shit
and
eat sleep weep weep weep for
sixty four hours of hell on earth
This is our sweet summer of love,
our sweltering hell.
love so
love the bomb, drink
water from the bong, take
lessons from the dharma eating
pigeons in the streets, take
what you need to
eat sleep shit shit shit
and
eat sleep weep weep weep for
sixty four hours of hell on earth
This is our sweet summer of love,
our sweltering hell.
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