Thursday, December 29, 2011

103

My eye's thudding
Might be my liver
The brow twitches
The lips quiver
The spine shivers
The brain figures
And the eyes see not reality
But only what they want

102

Engage! engage!
Go outside
It's a warm night
for winter
Engage! engage!
Touch somebody
Hug somebody
Fight somebody
Like somebody
Engage! engage!
Damage control real shit from the nineties
That's a band name
And are they any good?
Where have all the punk kids gone
If you write in a library it's too damn quiet
If you have to tune out loud shit
I mean real loud shit
You get to this point of absolute focus
If you want to read ..
Read at a metal show
Read Oscar Wilde at a punk show
Cause he's ... Wilde...
Then kiss somebody
Like his gravestone
Engage! engage!
You fools,
You kids!
You goblins
You ghouls
Engage! engage!
And don't drink the water
Albeit there be vodka
Wilde Wilde Wilde
Elmo tomatoes $1.99 today only
And only cause it's colder than we thought



101

Thursday

Were gonna go out
Cause it's Thursday
And im thirsty
Wear my jersey
Baby I love to see you
in my clothes
Like all those other
pretty ass hoes
Before you
What
You thought you were the only one?
But baby how could it be?
When you are someone like me?
Drops her drink
Raises her brow
Don't do that please
Don't ask me now
I'm having fun
Stop on your defense
I'm having fun
I'm gone/I'm done
Don't kill the buzz
Cause whatever we are
Will be a was
Maybe tomorrow
Or maybe never
If you're still there
in the morning time
I promise tomorrow will be better
I promise tomorrow
I'll be better
Somebody break my heart


Saturday, December 24, 2011

100

Well you couldn't have it all
And you couldn't have some
And you couldn't have nothing
And you couldn't have none
So you weren't having any
And they knew it just as well
But you knew it even better
You always did...

099

she was only twenty three
but she looked like twenty nine
and she smelled like sixteen
and it could have been the wine
but she said with exhausted enthusiasm
i need a smoke, a drink and a line
or whatever (your thing is)
wrinkles 'round her eyes
they are sinking in this light
and they are matching in this night
to the ones on her mouth
kneel down
eyes closed
like a good girl
a very pretty girl
a fancy kind of lady
who can get away with shady
a heart made of stone
so shes always alone
but never in her bed
a very pretty girl
a fancy kind of lady
who could get away with shady
with the lights off
always/only with the lights off

Thursday, December 22, 2011

098

I know a guy named Orlando who's sunnier than Florida

Monday, December 19, 2011

097

something's got to give change
please sir can i have some more?
more what? they ask
i do not know
just more of it
please sir can i have some more?
ms haversham's afraid of the sun
these kinds of sun are three:
sun light, sun flowers
and sons suns of bitches.
the thought of sun sends her to twitches.
and her best friend is elenor
they read and play cards in dim light
and they eat slices of lemon and mouse infested torte
you could never be late for tea:
she doesn't know what day it is,
she hasn't known all week
do not beat her with a bat
the hound will surely tell rat
so tie a big rock to your foot
and nosedive head first down the well
and if you should on your way down
make a wish you hadn't fell
and if your wish should so come true,
and if you so should survive I implore you,
to stay there
because the sky is down
the sky is down
Silver tea sets will be melted down
When the revolution comes to town

Friday, December 16, 2011

096

Glossy eyes
Thin thighs
This is what I fantasize
But now it's right in front of me
Oh baby sorry
I just can't see
#gone

Thursday, December 15, 2011

095

That white top hat
That burning alert orange
That dust of grey
A tiny volcano
In the tips of my fingers
Errrrrrupt
But never exploding
Just a menacing uprising
Of smoke
That song I've heard a thousand times
And still the wind
Cuts through my pleather
And still
My fingers don't fing

"A wind and a car and a window and a cigarette"

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

094

Drink til I don't care what happens
Cry til my eyes are dry
Smilie til my face hurts
Smoke til my throats sore
Sleep til I can't no more
Read til my eyes close
Wait for the bus til my fingers froze
Grow my hair til it gets tangled
Play music til I make up my own jangle
Shower til it burns my skin
Sniff to the point of focus
Breathe til my lungs are full
Exhaling til I fall
Dizzy Dizzy Dizzy
Yah I'm extreme like that
That's why the tip doesn't count.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

093

I had an idea for insomniacs,
it woke me in the middle of the night
in a moment of deluded brilliance,
that's it! I thought,
DRY THERAPY
Naturally, reading in bed helps me to fall asleep, so,
why not for an insomniatic episode?
I'm talking mild cases,
DRY THERAPY
Books of the driest content,
you know, boring,
something about rocks, or gesodomes,
well, unless you are into that stuff,
we'll try to find the driest content,
maybe just put together random pages of the encyclopedia and dictionary.
no pictures.
that should put you to sleep in no time...
but then why would you ever want to sleep?
there is always someone up doing something
and look how wonderful it sounds:
The state of mind where one becomes addicted to the deprivation of sleep caused by an epic revelation of joy.

turn the lights down, not off.

092

here are some constants you can rely on:

if your posture is wrong, your whole life is wrong.
if your hair is wrong, your whole life is wrong.
a stapler with no staples is no good.
no reason to stay is a good enough reason to go,
but no reason to go is not a good enough reason to stay.
especially if the music and conversation have dulled.
a hand job is better than no job at all.
i'm with Nietzsche on this:
family love is
messy, clinging..
and of an annoying, repetitive pattern;
like bad wallpaper.
I said I felt like painting something
"Start Small" they said.
why?
I want a BIG white space so i can draw all over it
at least then I'll know my limit.
what if i didnt have enough room?
that would be awful.  
But I guess for better or for worse, we adjust to the space we're put it in...
but when you get cramped, it's a noticeable push,
oh, oh, oh, ouch.
i love wallpaper.
even the ugly ones. I call it kitschy
what a lovely name for a cat..

 




Sunday, December 4, 2011

091

In the morning it's too stale
In the evening it's too boozy
Call on me in the afternoon,
That's when breath smells best.