Dead Can Dance
I spin what I spin to make the dead dance
when was the last time you heard "Thriller" and didn't groove a little?
Gyrating is intentional
and not just for pretty people anymore
your chest heaves because you've been smoking too much
you sway because you've been drinking too much
you collapse and it's your own damn fault for not staying ( Read more... )

We have been at a standstill for over an hour. Sometimes we get vibrations from something and my heart leaps with a little joy, but then we still sit and stagnate. There’s a douchebag ahead of me and to the left, and I am fighting every instinct I have to punch this fucker in the face. He’s badmouthed Detroit no fewer than three times and he gave ( Read more... )

By Your Powers Combined (All Systems Go)
Happening more quickly
my body burns
as I choke
smothered by my own asymmetric philosophies
on culture and anarchy
sex and candy
and faith vs. vice.
I am spun right round.
It’s way elsewhere
just three hours north of St. Elsewhere
my knuckle has a freckle
I hang my head in shame
as it comes
down again.
You don’t have ( Read more... )

 
There is no white noise and I am terrified. They turned off whatever it was that was blowing air, and now there are only the inconsistent rustlings of the twenty or thirty odd people in the car and the sounds of iron and steel clickety clacking and that damn obnoxious whistle. A sneeze here, a page there. And that infernal whistling what makes my ( Read more... )

Those lips, oh daddy, those lips. Those eyes that make mine just roll back into my head. He's gorgeous. And the best part is, he's not gay. I've got nothing against gay guys, they just make lousy boyfriends. No scratch that. They make great boyfriends, just nor for straight girls. How do I know a guy is gay? I have (or have had) a crush on him. Is ( Read more... )

The Takeover, the Break's Over

"She's alright in bed, but she's better with a pen," I whisper to Colin. He's desperately trying to hide the fact that he's staring at this tall girl through his maple syrup-colored bangs. His theory is chicks dig that kinda thing anyways. She's got reddish hair and the kind of expression that says that she's used ( Read more... )

Stood on my roof and tried to see you forgetting about me
Hide the details I don't want to know a thing
When you go, I will forget everything about you
I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace

I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
there's no way to ( Read more... )

I could learn to pity fools as I'm the worst of all
And I can't stop feeling sorry for myself
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And I don't really care which side wins
So long live the car crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life

We keep the beat with your blistered feet
And we bullet the words ( Read more... )

Brothers and sisters, yeah, put these words down
Into your notebook (spit lines like these):

I don't blame you for being you
But you can't blame me for hating it

So say, what are you waiting for?
Kiss her, kiss her

I'm the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends
And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again
I've got arrogance down ( Read more... )

Stuff I wrote on the bar on saturday (I wish you could see, it's on a bar napkin!):

untitled

If I had come in ten minutes later, I could have made the entrance I've always dreamed of.
I knew I should have worn heels.
"Back in Black" indeed.
Coolness is only gauged by how much you care.
Christ, I LOVE bar napkins.
Go go gadget chain smoke.
Keep your head ( Read more... )