January 2010
15 posts
- i will mail myself to you in parts & once im all there, stitch me back up. ‘cause i can almost taste the thought of you & the tastebuds are needin’ another to share it with. i’ve fixated & im desperate
busybees
hes melting like honeywax eyes to the front & knives to the back. we were born ‘neath bad moons howling for something new. now baby keeps rooms free for the old you. when “you aren’t the same anymore” really says; ”there’s a twinkle to his eyes i can’t stand” but, i’ll give you the part of the sky noone cares for. & if you wear it...
i sleep much better in someone elses bed.
they say a stars born every day so whats those odds on that melbourne boy? all the business models got tripping down the catwalk. i’ve shared round those forty winks down to fractions these fingers too tired on keys to cross & word is that prophets dying (again) to dance for us voices shaking to the beat taking back streets to avoid his crashing. turns his head 360o & says;...
yep, i've taught my head a few new tricks.
hes almost infamous. sets his pulse too the off beat. hes on heat ‘cause somebody’s swung the sun in too close. & there’s a steam to your breath that’s clouding our love i heard that high life stinks of brimstone. found the part of me that climbed faster & just let myself follow. lepers leaning in through limousine windows to listen all purposed & businesslike. ...
this swans song's dead in the water.
she’s so drunk on awkwardness. dodging her midnights smoking in the quiet that comes hand in hand with the lateness of the hours that pass slow like sore joints in the cold. we don’t know whether we’re hailing mary’s or taxis, but the blood on these streets account a little for both. still, i guess something made sense long enough to get me out of bed. ferryman, ferryman,...
aren't you appealing.
my heads only my hearts hype man. following all the slurs & beats. i’m off the door list of all doors lists; heaven. so the devils thrown me a plus one. we trip in backs of taxis. BEFORE we get in the clubs. bend the young addicts straight. on almost everything. but not me.
rags to riches. riches to rags
she is replica louis vuitton. geisha white complexion to hide the cocaine spills. dark rings around her eyes disguise months of sleepless nights. she orders two bite dinners. says she’s got weight or something, to lose. but i know it’s only to leave room for a trip in the bathroom. she left her underwear on yesterdays floor. & the midnight drinks sweating out her pores. some...
Name A FOH Song Comp. Title With The Most Wit...
weary of the earths spin. got a devil on my shoulder, god on my sleeve. & “it never got old.” is the last trick infixed in the tombstone. who will i be by noon? laid beneath a moon that knew the blues. he needs a reboot; ‘cos his crashin’ like a wire’s loose heaven? no, i think i’ve got the wrong room. gunna’ fly out the window. i’m a one-way to early grave’s still it makes you...
did he feather his own nest, with a peacocks or...
i got a chest like a chapel of casual visits. & i’ve learned love is only like an umbrella between us & thunder storms. - a dark wood of creature comforts. & a long, long way home. some how the non-believers still rot six feet under. while some boys babble of something like poetry in parrot-fashion. oh, did you hear? i parleyed with my second persona.. we’re sort of...
a casual kiss or cigarette might get me by.
when it comes to my head & the deep end of it, i don’t swim. instead i fly flares into the air, i didn’t expect help but doc said it won’t hurt to try. in a way you’re the ship that’d float by. out of ropes, lifeboats & fishing line. so you put a crack in your own hull & sunk like…. like living without me mattered enough to die. i want you to...
sooner or later we all grow old or disappear
so you know i’ma six speed. stuck in first. & the sleep walkers know it’s just their bodies tellin’ ‘em to find some place else to go. some how we confused the inevitability of time with what made us tick. so we never changed. & we came home to our graves, earlier today. laid beneath a moon, that knows what it is to be blue. an unpublished author of a billet...
i'm not structuring this so it feels new when you...
mirrors make me nervous. i never know who’s staring in. do you think we could disappear? how i’m half way there. ————————————— he stirred & said; “if it’s all a joke. i want the proof before the hospital.” ————————————- don’t worry. don’t worry ‘bout me i’ll catch on pulled a breath, as we passed, the cemetery. i don’t have much else anymore. —————————————— my glory days are...