several days spent unwisely 
in a daisy chain 
where you misplaced
your luckiest lucky charm

a rabbit's foot
a little black book
simple soot in the grin
of a clever sweep

you lost the war
on paper gambling
those arms that would
'gainst rock and scissors

it's a game of power
they'll have you know
they have you now
and they're better than ever

when the power-out ( Read more... )

 
they come here alone and they leave in twos
except for you and me who just came to use
and if you're all done like you said you'd be
what are you doing hanging out with me?

why you tell me stuff that's so plainly untrue?
if you'll be straight with me i'll be straighter with you
if you're all done like you said you'd be
what are you doing hanging out ( Read more... )

 i could probably listen to elliott smith at any point in any situation in my life.  sometimes i'm struck with a need to hear his songs with like a pregnant crack fiend. it's like a drug for people who always end up putting themselves at a distance from something(s) or someone(s), but don't know how or exaclty why.  someone wrote that he writes ( Read more... )

can't find my phone. not comfrotable with that.  can't find my book.  not comfortable with that.  exceedingly tired. comfortable with that until i have to be untired for jay oh bees.  i have 2 jobs now, but i think i spend more money so i haven't really saved more like i planned.  should work on that.  i met a stage star duchess with 4 middle names ( Read more... )

everything in a story
plot points to dust
coming and going 
into the midwest

affairs for the summer
notebook farewells
get swell spent by winter
in swears set to fail

i dug your number
from the gutter
in a blue crushed- tin can
like a fortune going under
in a castle made of sand

got snagged on a petal
fast through the air
that travels below us
then shifts and ( Read more... )

biting your lips 
standing in line 
cigarettes burning
buying your time

for the low down price
of a pretty vice
your new gaze goes 
slow, heavy eyes
shamed and shy
into hers like a choir girls

it's an auto-disaster
on layaway
'till you can pay
for the damage 
you've done spent 
your bottom dollar decade on

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don't know how to relax ( Read more... )

i have no face anymore because broken social scene officially melted it off with their fervent rock n roll (for free!)

also

to put it lightly

in the great gender wrestling match, i've left my jockstrap at grandma's pad and i won't be making it back there for quite some time i don't think.  yikez!

i've temporarily (hopefully) lost a good fraction of hearing in my right ear. but when i lie down i can hear my heart like a war drum.   i can feel it beating at my skin like an innocent prisoner. a conversation occured about a woman i remembered.  everybody called her 'baby'. yeah, like dirty dancing, but yknow, for real.  baby tovar.  she was a ( Read more... )