December 2009
23 posts
for the new year.
anniversary’s are kinda nice. flashbacks aren’t. & everythin’ i’ve failed with has been like a strobe light. it’s got my enemies dancin’ & it’s given’ me bad headaches. good girls make me nervous & mirrors make me flinch. both ‘cos i can’t see myself in them. but no matter which map i use. or which destination i set the gps...
i am time. manifest. i can fast forward what i like. but i guess. i’m just caught on pause. ‘round you. ——————————— i only wanted to cure you. or something. sink those pearly whites back into the sea. where they belong. ————————————- noone needs to...
in those times of extreme bliss the people sometimes comment on how they feel almost weightless. to me it just seems like gravity gives less of a shit.
i could stop your heart.
her wax teeth got lit too early, but then, she likes the dark. corner-sitting the back alleys of their hearts. the contours of her back weren’t built for these knives. —————————- you got me feelin’ like a piss in a wind change. you’re not a ball of yarn to claw. to me. you’re a fish in the tank. a bird in the cage....
why am i despised? why am i despised so? ———————————— singin’ the praises of a paramaniac “nobody will ever love me.” ————————————- don’t bother showin’ up for the hearing. you’re jus’ the red herring - to the...
“Tell Billie for me: ‘Bye, Bye, Blackbird’”
– John Dillinger
flick on the daylights.
we’re havin’ too good a time today to think about tomorrow. oh brothers & sisters ima’ feelin’ your sorrow. in ways you can’t imagine. robbed the sort o’ banks they’d get baptized in. just to feel the buzz o’ bein’ born again.
I can’t figure out which I am. the antagonist. protagonist. or someone inbetween. rattle cages till the gates swing open. heard he’s already halfway ‘cross the ocean. & that pretty birds. fly the long way home. though me;
i am throat down an alley cat.
——————————— eclipsed my hot moods with her blue moons & my thoughts;...
“sometimes i wonder whether i am going to age like a fine wine or yogurt.”
if you want to know things about me nobody should.... →
so, what do they call you?
a sore head in & almost halfway through writing the new FOH record. it’s already somewhere between a shard of broken glass & a therapists couch to me. dangerously therapeutic. on one or two of the songs i’ve toyed with writin’ em from some of the make-believe’s in my head. you know, the ones we’re too afraid to actually be. & i’m thinkin’...
17th century (double) dutch masters.
when mars goes to war. i’m switching sides. ‘cos this doesn’t feel like home anymore. it’s almost Dorothy. but in between - caught spinnin’ in the tornado neither here nor there. i almost quit. but never called it. ‘cos it didn’t have a ring. i don’t care if you call it science or a masterpiece. as long as you still watch it go down with me.
i'm not quite the man(iac) i used to be.
divorced myself & lost half my shit. as soon as the papers come in ima swallow your rings. it’s not that i’m inlove with life it’s that i don’t want a date with death yeah, i left the doors unlocked “do what you gotta’ do.” but the others are sleeping so keep it quiet.
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I Will Bring You Down.
squinting through blinds again, out into the refreshingly brightly lit dusk of a warm december night. before my mind had the chance to get back fixated on forgetting you, i spied the headlights, left on, glowing like a stars last rites in the dark, from the parked car in the driveway out front my house. i don’t bother going out to flick them off, partly ‘cos i’m lazy &...
secondhand smokers.
but i can almost see you. through a haze of casual cigarettes. spoke something of th middle of a living room floor. & how it somehow balanced the doubts. flood me. like a disaster.
mami said it's too dark in my head & to sure as...
well, the concept of god’s just a ceiling fan for me. & the days a’ getting cooler anyway. still, you are my nightlight. or the glow from the hallway just past my door. there’s a certain safety in you i keep coming back for. but only ever like a badly thrown boomerang. or the things you lend your best friends. i am some-of-the-time. a maybe. but you know your way around me. a spanner & a...
There's The Boy With The Ball & Chain.
it’s a fine evening to forget you. & a tide bites at our heels. the waters probably cold enough to send chills up my spine. but i’m blaming this one on you. there’s not a future i can find you in. baby, i was born to worry you sick. strap blinders to our crystal balls. so we don’t slip off-course. ————- it’s far too dangerous to walk the...
i'll wing it (on a prayer).
i’m the foolish one. half asleep, i sold my soul to the devil. said, “maybe im a maniac” three months passed, i still havn’t looked back. kisses & bruises, i can’t tell apart. futures & ruses, i can’t see passed. my hearts sittin’ in the corner of my chest. head down, tellin’ himself “did i do wrong? did i do wrong?” it...
first order of business.
permanently perplexed. swing the pendulum in front my head. ‘cos I don’t remember a thing. ‘cos I don’t remember a thing. testify. like a lunatic. testify. like a lunatic. &have you ever looked prettier? break the mirror. oh. break the mirror.
for heavens sake Ima let down
I’ve held your hand on th warships.
chargin’ for the coast.
we sank before our hearts could.
just driftin’ lifeless off th shore.
they say we’re vessels.
but we don’t remember the last time.
we had a thing inside.
blink& you’ll miss the trick.