I am miserable and solid, all the way through.

They'll say:
you lost your angst
and vocabulary
when you fell in love
you stopped writing
and thinking in pictures
when you fell in love
and i'll say:
i'm back, baby

you go on ahead, for a while ( Read more... )

Dear Sophie,

I think we can make this work. I've had dreams of knocking on your door. When I'm awake now I still hear the knocking. I hear the knocking everywhere. I went to your house and I stood on the front walk and I thought about knocking. I almost knocked. But the knocking is so loud in my mind, bang and bang and bang, that I decided that ( Read more... )

how hard for the covers to be pulled from your slumber but a ghost never gives up its sheet. tell me is it the same for the rattling chains or whatever you wear while you sleep. do you remember the time i told you take off your clothes? you were naked as a window. i'll take all that nothing over nothing at all. im just a hallway full of ceilings ( Read more... )

Listen to this so loud. So, so loud. This may be a letter from a melancholy thundercloud, it might be a beach party bonfire turned cold, it may be a nap. It may ask you for your hand stepping onto the curb, or into a bi plane, it may wish you well as it goes off to a boring old war. This song may arrive too late, too tired, jacket ripped, to a date ( Read more... )

Don't give up on me just yet. It's been a few months and your paper trail is misleading. Articles in the free city rags about bands i've never heard of and concerts i never got in. You're just like your mother, nervous and scattered and warm and quietly brilliant. I'm like your moms old house, full of ceilings and walls and emptiness all the way ( Read more... )

I know you're sitting out there somewhere in your old man's car. You're waiting for the light to change on us, it's what you're famous for. I know you're sitting out there somewhere, i don't worry anymore. You're waiting for the light to go out on us. That's what you're famous for.

Got a side panel ( Read more... )

so how could your hair
have the nerve to dance around like that, blowing
and how could the air
have the nerve to blow your hair around like that