20100528

every store is closed tight
boarded up and broken backed
small eyes dart in dark windows
lighting ashen, scarred timber

the street is grey and hollow
on a sunny summer day
despair runs hot water
on the bloom crop's bumper

the painter paints for
the poet pines for
young imagination wants
everything, nothing, something

lay the pillow down -- for me
can't see the bed fourteen years
'neath -- there's no mahogany floorboards
standin'pon pirate peg legs

20100527

Anti-Icarus Life Affirmation

the beautiful is fucked, the beautiful is fucked
the [embarrassingly effusive adjective] young woman wants to want
away from some waning sun, blazing out
smeared chalk that teacher won't wipe away
i will not think the world is fucked
i will not think we are all fucked

closed picnic baskets and folded blankets await
under the knotty oak mom made for such a fate
of basking in the shadows, of basking in the shadows
of basking in the shadows, of basking in the shadows
the sun's rays, the sun's rays, the sun's rays, the sun's rays
inches away, inches away, inches away, inches away

20100510

the sun shadows your skull
blazing on, elevating
the alright and the fabulous alike
do some wells store and share
while some merely drink

the scraps from our forks
feed our people's families
feasts for the gods but
you disappear into the crowd
down, down, down, drowning 

the analysis runs amok
i'm awesome in a telescope
i'm nice out of your face
our laughter shoots razors
my smell is worse than my sound

the best love is homeless
you can't find it on google maps
youll only see it in the street
but sniper blimps seal our fate
the adults will kill us all

words wont win badges here
only time can send the wind to move you
only the world can show you our beautiful stars
again amid the deep rank scars of blah
drowning your waves ashore

this, my greatest fear
that you have forgotten
how to look at me
with arms for me
with arms for you

a child's love is homeless
you can't find it on google maps
youll only see it in the street
but sniper blimps seal our fate
the adults have hearts on plates


(i dont know how to exist
in the same world as you
in the best way possible
the road splits endlessly
infinity seemed so small
infinity seems so very small)

20100503

thrombotic irrigation

wind gusts dry eyes
evian tears hide
kept fresh by hopeful plastic dams
the heart's stubborn irrigation

i want to be free
i want to be free
and i will not forget you
and i will not will to forget you

scattered broken mirrors
wide, gaping heart holes
and the trees above wont fade away
and the clouds above wont come down
no, rain dances only make fools
did the woo give giggling dysentery
scattered broken mirrors
clotting til drained veins?

you give cpr to dodos
you are rosetta's mother: she is a pebble
you are a psychic sherpa
"you're the only girl i've seen for a long time 
that actually did look like something blooming"
you're beyond the shore
the ocean blushes in your shadow

i need to be free of you but
i want to be free of you free of me
so i will not forget you
i will not will to forget you
because i just cant forget yet

scattered, broken mirrors
clotting til drained veins
but i will not forget your reflection
i will not fuck this up
i will not fuck this up
because i know that you saw yourself
because i know that you saw yourself
greatest day that i have known:
how do you look in the morning?
mouth dry
yellow tongued
crusty eyed . . .

you are beautiful
still
even after insomnia
even after looped replays

you are ponce's love
you are my dear, dear friend

your back hurts
once a weight's been lifted
it aches out of habit
as it's last wisps leave
it's fingers outstretched
and then
you're able to realize the tremendous pain you'd gotten used to
the overwhelming sorrow
so ingrained


greatest day that i have known:

how do you look in the morning?
mouth dry
yellow tongued
crusty eyed . . .
you are ponce's love/you are my dear, dear friend
sunshine fills vestibules
when you plead
sunshine fills vestibules
when you plead

nonono
STOP
my ribs are gonna pop out n stab you
my throat is going to leap out and leave me

please please
stop making me laugh
my esophagus is lined with mines
wired all the way to my heart
ill blow out my speakers
ill go deaf for days
sometimes stooping picking up change
on one knee
i wonder if im home
 sometimes, stooping, picking up change
on one knee
i wonder if im home
there is no lim
it on who you
can be with me

smeared
,
flushed
,
composed
,
epiphanic

there is no lim
it on who you
can be with me

smeared
,
flushed
,
composed
,
epiphanic
 


i, i, i

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"Seeing that before long I must confront humanity with the most difficult demand ever made of it, it seems indispensable to me to say who I am. Really, one should know it, for I have not left myself "without testimony." But the disproportion between the greatness of my task and the smallness of my contemporaries has found expression in the fact that one has neither heard nor even seen me. I live on my own credit; is it perhaps a mere prejudice that I live? ... I need only to speak with one of the "educated" who come to the Upper Engadine for the summer, and I am convinced that I do not live ... Under these circumstances I have a duty against which my habits, even more the pride of my instincts, revolt at bottom, namely, to say: Hear me! For I am such and such a person. Above all, do not mistake me for someone else!" - Nietzsche, Ecce Homo