imagine god sitting at a table
and there's some grapes
and you realy want the grapes
but think it might be rude
to eat the grapes
ou think you should leave them for god
god sit there and wants you to have the grapes
if you want them
so nobody eats the grapes
and that makes you feel empty

this is waht it's like to watch a bregman film

I understand her wisdom
and under water I can see better
the sound of thunder
is muted by an unstill chest

her smile is sharp and shiny
and it can open me up.
I mean really open me up

and underneath the thick leather
and hiding behind benches of bones
is a heart with unwritten poems
holding hands and dancing around it.

flayed open and weak
my insides showing
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I saw her picture on the wall
and I didn't put it there
in the golden frame from yesterday

she used to tell me things
but all I could hear was her smile,
and sometimes she would wipe
it way with a napkin

I would want to reach
and get it out of the trash

there's more to her I'm pretty sure
but she sits in thrones already
and there's nothing wrong with that.

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as I listen to the god hating twang of the korean folk songs
i can't help but to think of a box
a real box, I don't want one plastic that lasts forever
I want it to rot, just like me
I want it to bulk when it gets wet
as to let the dirt and insects in.

I want it to be made by hand
you can use the wood at my 
grandfather's place.
I want you to paint on it
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 the building was my home in my head
twisted, turned inside out with
staircases, crooked like
old men's teeth.

window panes with Indians trapped inside,
nazi flags and MLK's little bitty head
set behind a figure from star wars
and the wolf man, i like the way
the floors creak

old baby doll puzzles
ice cream makers, knives with
teeth

the new camo is old
and I ( Read more... )

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in the dark
moths beat against a window
and I feel like something new
not a good new
not revival
but perhaps something deep inside opening up
I'll touch your hair and leave and go home
you can't turn the radio louder than your mind

don't turn
but twist into 
what you always wanted to be

she said yesterday
and she told me about jesus
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These things you gave me
all bottled up and scented with lemons
are nothing but 
cheap
fair prizes won from
busting a balloon with a dart
and to think
I could have chosen
one of those cheesy
Motley Crew mirrors.

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