(no subject)
1.
you are masterful design: the grand
work of the gods taking form
in the firmness of your flesh
so warm when pressed against my
palms. completely unworthy of your
attention, i enjoy it, dont get
me wrong i simply dont get
you; in love w/me the Slob
the Asshole the poet-- god damnit
you are impressive. i love you
more each day you keep me.
(12/29/03)
2.(tender duos in mezzo piano)
dancing prone and still on the questionable
sheets of rumpled motels
just outside of town. We are dirty
in our room of heat and
Sex, the smell of tar on us like the cancer
we're bound to get sooner
then never and we are just perfectly
in awe like a bloooming
meadow of broken jacquins bottles just
like the ones we drank
that night you and i made love for the first time
and Thank god for the first
time i felt heaven, for the first time of many
you curled up next to me
like the cat you were in some past life
and you felt Good.
you had always felt good, but finally it felt
Real Good. now i look
at you in disasterous attraction, my heart
skipping beats and my knees
going weak, and i only want to lay w/you
in that sweet symphony
of our evenings playing on our breaths as we
pass out tangled in each
other's arms, the sound of tender duos in mezzo piano.
(12/30/03)
3. (people think im insane because i am frowning all the time)
The red-rose sound of medium traffic
flowed out like snow all over the
city. Everywhere i saw police, hiding
bastards instilling fear rather than
keeping Peace, around every corner lurking
in my blind spot was a pig, each
w/that forced polite cold-hearted
disgusting arrogance founded in the
power to distribute a sense of order.
There are assholes all over the
road and, swear to god, i'm seeing
dogs or something shoot across the
road every other left turn i make.
Paranoia is the cold side of
the double edged sword of drug and
alcohol usage especially around
the Fuzz. They are sniping at me
from rooftops and ariel survielence
has a lock on my position. its only
a matter of time before they close in.
4. (wine no dine )
There is little or No
element of class or
classy-ness in splitting
a jug of ten dollar wine
while sitting
in a darkened parking lot
spacing to music,
w/crowds of punk rock
fifteen year olds
meander around your car.
(hmmm, i was sixteen
when i got into that shit
they call the scene but i
felt at least fifteen years
older...)
i sit up from a slouch
and notice the fuzz rolling thru
so we decide to book
because i hate when the Man
messes w/my high.
(1/4/04)
5. (travis)
i could imagine you Dead as a mouse
w/it's head in a trap.
You'd keep feeding us bullshit from your
mouth like a motor boat
spitting and sputtering like shit on your
lip, goddamnit man you
never know when to keep your mouth shut
and then theres that
curious behavior like bending spoons
and turning yourself
invisible. at least i cant see you anymore.
you are so full
of shit that sometimes it hurts even me.
(1/4/04)
6.
whorly burly birdy duds buddied up in puddles
not like mud more like blood lots like a flood.
(1/4/04)
7.
hockey is the
anti venom to
hallucinogens.
it kills everything.
8.
i smoke pot every day because i like to try
to break the law once a day.
i just wish i had a way to rub that
in the face of the government.
(1/27/04)
9. (all it takes is one cigarette to burn a house down)
Hell; i would imagine)
could only be as
Hot
as your house
burning down
w/your family inside.
(1/25/04)
10. (" Bush's peaceful accension to the presidency is an indication of just how deeply Americans are committed to a system that operates by a set of rules rather than by force or dictate." a quote from my political science book)
-its called complacency.
11. (a lemon hidden behind a lemon shaped rock)
The body feels shored up w/ice
the mind works not once or twice
but forevering, loopy patterns blown
like seeds making their way home.
i was burried under the sun.
it was noon, there was a shadow.
it was hell being dead
and hell isnt fun.
i saw a man on stilts towering
above me w/a menacing hat
while in the distance i heard showering
yet my only thought was "imagine that".
poppy fields when eyes were closed
and sailing ships w/feathered captains,
exploding worms w/eyes engrossed
and visions of jungle chaplains.
The sounds of sounds
melting into the ground
while no one's around
to feel the ebb and flow of time
as i slip into the sea inside,
where the spirit lurks
while the body hides
and the notion that
i may have lost my mind
goes and comes from time to time
like the feeling that someone
is replacing my backbone w/a spine.
(1/17/04)