June 2010
44 posts
sounds like a song, and smells like rain. reads like a book on an eastbound train. your breath is short, like the heat of a match. in my ear, and on my neck. take this, for what it is, the death of a summer sun in california, and smile as the streetlights, faded in the coastal fog, break through bedroom blinds and dance quietly on your empty ceiling. watch as they expand like stars, exploding in...
a day in the life.
a heart break. a youth quake. what i give, its yours to take.
but don’t take it too far, my heart’s on mars.
in hotel bars.
in backs of cars, and in guitars.
and on the floor of your van.
and in your hands.
and i’m too drunk. and i can’t stand.
so i sit back down, in a parking lot at the edge of town.
overgrown and understated, all alone, and...
waking up on this side of paradise, once again, new friends, we’ll do it again. now we’re driving a million miles an hour, we cut a soft scar into the desert’s skin, already cracked with the heat of the interstate. and we breathe, nicotine, stale teenage breath, the beer we had for dinner still wet on our tongues. there’s a religion in the way we scream our father’s...
“D E S E R T S T O R I E S”
this is how we learn. waking up in the bedrooms of strangers. in the arms of giants. in empty college dorms on the edge of the universe. my fatigue is ivy league. do you know what i’m saying? can’t remember much, but can’t say it was worth the wait. the things i’ve learned and the things i’ve said. every day of my life. i’m running around in the shapes of...
roll it up. light it up.
and think of him.
and the way the lights dimmed,
in his eyes, the way a dead bird flies,
through grey skies, again.
and then, ten
years too young to hurt, this part’s the worst.
the way a star bursts, in the night
sky,
because even stars die. and you ask
why;
wet face, misplaced.
we traced, this place.
the stars die in the evening sky.
and lights dim....
“starlight conversations about old friends, passed, in baseball dugouts that will...”
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“i’m the w i l d o n e”
“send until the end.
you don’t want a friend.
you want a picture of one....”
everybody is sleeping with the caged animals. give me religious relevancy. bruised lips, bottle sips. sobriety broken before three in the afternoon. do you know what i’m saying? give me a black-out tendency. too pretty to die. too fucking crazy to keep breathing. and everybody is fucking with the caged animals. this is every day of my life. jaw broken, soft spoken. give me sexual deviancy....
hanging lonely out the backseat window. road trip, road maps in the palms of tired hands. a wrinkled smile. pretty paper face. every place, we plan to go. and the places that we don’t. interstate, interplanetary. enter fate, extraordinary. do you know what i’m saying. i want to get the fuck out of here, and call it for the better.
sorry mom, and sorry god.
sorry everybody that got in the way, today.
i may,
be a bit sideways, but there’s two ways,
to phrase,
this phase, and blaze the days of childhood
learning,
teenage yearning, and hot fire burning. but
i’m still hurting,
five years down, a heart still flirting,
with the concept,
of soft steps, and best kept,
secrets. can’t beat this,
or...
“come.back.”
every day of my life.
monday, wake up. this sun, takes up,
a corner of the bed. and if heart’s fed, then instead
of sun,
its you. and your eyes, and your lips,
your soft finger tips,
and an even softer sigh, my heart beats high,
of a morning sleep, too weak to beat.
monday wake up, and you take up,
this corner of my bed, and a corner of my head.
and my mind, all the time,
a heart...
