Sunday, November 29, 2009

Wronger

Those 'live by the day' fuckers, I bet they've never seen a real tomato, the kind that we used to grow before the green in the sky.
Something's happening again, but it doesn't matter anymore, something's always happening,
so it just is.
They're living by the day and planning in their sleep, their cubicles like empty stomachs but knowing they'll return,
how many have forgotten the color of a smile,
how many have forgotten time,
fuck it, the old man was right and we're not able to govern ourselves.

I don't remember the moon and I can't see plum any longer,
as I go forward my memory goes wronger.

Becoming...

Needs to do something drastic. Considering arson. Just need for something to happen.
Set a few of you on fire. Laugh. Those of you who don't provide everything I want, when I want it. Not able to read my mind. I'm becoming more important in my life all the time... my needs are getting hungrier. Like insatiable headline news.

I'm aware of how wrong I am becoming. And I'm aware of how quietly it's happened.
No one's noticed anything...

Saturday, November 21, 2009

There Isn't Enough Praise, Sex or Money in The World For Me

The only score is sitting it out,
in dreamless sleep.

Monday, November 16, 2009

You're just an Idea to them

The name is so much more important than the man,
the flesh forgotten for the word that carried meaning
from the paper to the crowd the crowd the bleating
masses breathing need for anything to believe in.

The name is so much more important than the man.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

It is...

With the killer hands, the lips all red,
your favorite eyes all rounded out and
almond shaped,
to take the light from my old place
to take the days and days,
and take the time that we had left,
to take the place of seven sisters holding on
to the child of your deepest heart,
your heart

To save, with the killer hands,
to save a life and kiss the reddest lips,
that's the wish that you whispered in my ear,
but no, it's better than that,
because you die in the morning,
suddenly, it's the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen,
suddenly...

It just is...

Friday, November 13, 2009

Sense of Direction

If I'm walking toward the back of a moving bus, what speed am I traveling and in which direction?
And if I'm walking toward the back of a moving bus, driving on the surface of this planet hurtling around the sun, what speed am I traveling, and again, in which direction?
And if I'm walking toward the back of a moving bus, crossing the surface of this planet hurtling around the sun, the sun a speck in this galaxy careening through the universe, what speed am I traveling, and again, in which direction?

I guess I want to know,
Where am I going and how am I getting there?

Moment

Indeed the love that I have has touched a place in your hand,
in your palm, a crease that tells a story of the future eating
away at the past,
and the now is an intangible moment,
a beautiful
fucking
blur.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Wrong

A calm like a life
a home like a hat
a cell in the mouth
a ticket to last

A pocket like dreams
a joining of wind
a second hand kiss
a moment of skin

A letter in red
a blanket for lies
a favor for trust
this impossible height

Wake me up
Wake me up

A friendship erased
a guilt, my guilt
not yet faced