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GOOD INTENTIONS
I embark on
smoldering wings,
ashes scatter along
my face, settle
in my hair.
i palm self-
cauterizing
sensitivity; i
inhale
disintegration of
morality.
It wears selfishness
as a chain around it's
neck--
ostentatious, asphyxial.
I take the reigns.
heart slaughter
the beat of my heart
like an 808 from
your favorite hip hop track
fresh
like bread from the oven
like when old school met new
for the first time
like when i met you.. that's why
this ain't a medical procedure
it's a frantic one and
hurry before it's too late
remove the beating
i don't know the words
to the song that's repeating
you sing along
half heartedly
the words fall off your lips like
ashes
like
kisses
fall off the lips of a prince
but only to be caught by his princesses
which
i'm not one
and how many kisses
does the pauper get
in that story,
anyway?
...none?
right, so
let's just be done
here
keep the track
the words
the beat
use it later
maybe you'll find new
words to sing
or a new rhythm
bring it to life again
you know how i mean
i just
i can't do it anymore
drums are heavy
your love is heavy
i carry it alone but
i'm just a child
i've no throne
no strength to hold
this on my own
that's why this
ain't a medical...
this ain't a procedure...
it is frantic...
it is...
Too Early for a Shot of Whiskey
If we end up together and Your soul engulfs mine Call it destiny, I guess But it's too early for commitment If we copulate tonight and My body meets yours Call it an accident, I guess But it's too early to say If we have one too many and I confess my love for you Call it inebriation, I guess But it's too early for a shot of whiskey If we stay up late and Your words woo my heart Call it smooth talking, I guess But it's too early in the day If we fall asleep together and My head's on your chest Call it exhaustion, I guess But it's too early for bed But if my soul takes And your body quakes my heart swarms and Your chest warms Then it's too late to pretend-- And you can Call it infatuation, Inebriation, Accidental copulation, Consumption, Exhaustion, Smooth talkin'--whatever Drown your fears in a bottle Act like we aren't meant to be But it's too early for a shot of whiskey
always evolving.
My eyes scan the stars Trying to find those pieces of you Which you Flung into the celestial body Like playing dodgeball With razor blades To remind you of your journey By slicing through time and space Leaving a constellation of scars Running down your body like sutures So loose,...
love bars
a grappling hook
shot out my chest--
a ball out of
a cannon--
wrapped around
your heart and locked
as i climb my
way up
to you.
the change
last night
we were seahorses
domesticated for
the world to see
in a tank
on a school campus
being fed
fish flakes
by stubby grubby
hands of
human chidren
but we
didn't seem
to mind it much..
and our mouths met
again and again
and our tails
grounded us to
fake seaweed
and multicolored fish
surrounded us
and we just seemed happy.
some "oh, i finally get it now, it's about effing time" bars
there is a
sea deep
sink hole
in my heart
that i
filled with love
and i
passed you a
straw &
said,
"Drink Up,"
NOT
"Drink Me Dry."
but
you drank me
all up
and you
dried me all
out
and since--
they been
fillin my sink hole
with water
but
water don't
necessarily last,
water dries
all up
& everyone is
so thirsty
all the time
for love but
they only
know how
to swallow
water.
Today, I learned a lesson in forgiveness.
You see, there is a reason that God
casts repented sin into a fire-y river
of forgetfulness.
It's to burn the pages
of the fucked-up book
you decided to write,
much to His chagrin
and against His
better judgement.
It's to never be
reminded of
the bullshit you
put each other through,
one hurting more than the other
until there are only losers.
Today, I learned a lesson
in apologizing.
That apologies spew from mouths
like water from a fountain,
and are abundant like
coins on the bottom--
reach in to grab one,
pull out a handful..
after a while they get heavy,
then you realize they
were just pennies anyway.
Get on your knees and repent,
punish yourself for your behavior
wear a bag over your head and
ash on your face for weeks
HUMBLE YOURSELF
before the one
You wronged for unknown reasons.
That's how it always was.
But not today.
because today,
no one is granted that kind of service.
No one, purportedly
deserves that kind of treatment.
Not even God.
Not anymore.
reluctantrevolutionary:
well I wanted to braid my hair bathe and bedeck my self so fine so fully aforethought for your pleasure see: I wanted to travel and read and runaround fantastic into war and peace: I wanted to surf dive fly climb conquer and be conquered THEN I wanted to pickup the phone and find you asking me ...
i wrote some exceptionally MODERN bars..
the squirrel runs
around itself,
scurrying to
find shelter,
and I
must deal
with the
lonely drips
of rain
making home
on my lenses.
and we are all alone.
yet
we are all together.
(7)
under a shade
of clouds
you pretend
not to
hear the
cries of
the weak.
they are begging
to give in.
please moon,
shed your
mercy, we
are weak and
tired
of carrying
such a heavy
load as this.
Yet, every
cry
he seems
to
deny.
(6)
chugga chugga
blow
chugga chugga
blow
who said
trains go
chugga anyhow?
it's more
like
click click
shriek
click click
cry
click click
scream
click click
die
(5)
it's
horrific pain &
heavy misery
that
carries their burdens
and we who
are under you
must
push forward,
too much is
lost in
stopping
(4)
slowly
creaking and
screeching
sparks flying
like
July 4th
but
much more
powerful
as
every scrape
metal on metal
makes
also
cries out
in agony
(3)
the moon
hides
its eyes
while the
mighty train
cries
as it
ticks by
like seconds
on a
clock face,
every screech
keeping
the train's
pace
(2)
sometimes
you have to
stop
before it
stops
you
