While I am
jealous of
everyone
I know,
I know
there is something
enviable in
discovery.
Who I am.
A little more every sunrise.
For that I can,
broad shouldered,
continue.
original works of parts
The Children 5
Talk to me, baby. Talk to me.
"We are all the same and
in loving have loved and in dying
have loved and also lived
and in living have died by-"
Turns come and spend and
I am searching the fire escape
for traces of foot prints, but they
are so careful. Detection is
become an art.
Whispering to my ear about
things I cannot remember interrogated
or tested. I dreamed that part
didn't I? The little hands touching
nerves reminding me that I
am not from here. When I can
tune my ear to their wave
it is tragic pathos
that tastes like God awful cotton
candy. Mouth meltingly
gorgeous. If I could see it with my eyes,
instead of my heart,
I could begin,
again, to make a start
out of what has become to be wings
on the shoulders of a thing
already poor
served by years crawling,
talk to me baby. Talk to me
because I have the power
now to give you
whatever your little black heart desires.
I will love you
in every way
no one else has.
"We are all the same and
in loving have loved and in dying
have loved and also lived
and in living have died by-"
Turns come and spend and
I am searching the fire escape
for traces of foot prints, but they
are so careful. Detection is
become an art.
Whispering to my ear about
things I cannot remember interrogated
or tested. I dreamed that part
didn't I? The little hands touching
nerves reminding me that I
am not from here. When I can
tune my ear to their wave
it is tragic pathos
that tastes like God awful cotton
candy. Mouth meltingly
gorgeous. If I could see it with my eyes,
instead of my heart,
I could begin,
again, to make a start
out of what has become to be wings
on the shoulders of a thing
already poor
served by years crawling,
talk to me baby. Talk to me
because I have the power
now to give you
whatever your little black heart desires.
I will love you
in every way
no one else has.
Cosis
Fast food coffee, fast food coffee,
fast food coffee and mutual overhearing
of the conversation near us,
listening to the bosses of yesteryears
talking high on the dealer scene and
tidbits of respect and retributions
and self enforced solutions to prior engagements
gone sour. We can chuckle some and
knuckle under some while we listen to
tales of bats and broken windows and
fingers pointed and cut off old school,
self policing gray haired nonsense years removed
from the years of use and using come bright
into the territory of sale like job fair booths and
morning coffee is just another fix for
another kind of problem like we solve
for another kind, and absolved like
antique rug peddlers to cluster fucked collectors
who don't know up from counseling
or a band-aid from an arm broke sling.
It's all laughs and laughs and I feel
older and wiser in that company
every time. Throwing down a dollar
for another 12 ounce
coffee. I am still surprised when you explain
to me that you quit drinking and
the answer to my why is still
a litany of friend's suicides.
My writing it off my bucket list
lends no joy
because you know I'm lying
like I cannot understand, my own mechanics
Benedicting subconscious plans.
Cheers, let's move these bags.
The day is young
like we used to be
and the night is coming
to cut us both
a little more free. I'm buying
tomorrow.
fast food coffee and mutual overhearing
of the conversation near us,
listening to the bosses of yesteryears
talking high on the dealer scene and
tidbits of respect and retributions
and self enforced solutions to prior engagements
gone sour. We can chuckle some and
knuckle under some while we listen to
tales of bats and broken windows and
fingers pointed and cut off old school,
self policing gray haired nonsense years removed
from the years of use and using come bright
into the territory of sale like job fair booths and
morning coffee is just another fix for
another kind of problem like we solve
for another kind, and absolved like
antique rug peddlers to cluster fucked collectors
who don't know up from counseling
or a band-aid from an arm broke sling.
It's all laughs and laughs and I feel
older and wiser in that company
every time. Throwing down a dollar
for another 12 ounce
coffee. I am still surprised when you explain
to me that you quit drinking and
the answer to my why is still
a litany of friend's suicides.
My writing it off my bucket list
lends no joy
because you know I'm lying
like I cannot understand, my own mechanics
Benedicting subconscious plans.
Cheers, let's move these bags.
The day is young
like we used to be
and the night is coming
to cut us both
a little more free. I'm buying
tomorrow.
Don't Sell Yourself Short, Beautiful
be that as it may,
I have had sex more times
with inanimate objects than people
that could not be
farther from amalgams of organs or,
well, consider this, if you will,
the question, put to a 10 year old.
Draw it. The drawing would be
more accurate with no knowledge
than what I did
with my table lamp
at that age,
be that as it may,
I have had sex more times
with inanimate objects
than people, so pardon my lack of understanding
when you tell me you feel ugly.
My standards are not low.
Everything in this world
has the capacity to make me glow.
I can't tell you
about the last time
a wrench said "I love you"
because you're the only one who has.
Conflict Resolution
Much like driving,
there comes a time when
every person has to realize
he is no condition
to fight
outside of a bar,
much less inside of a bar, however
if you are crying "uncle" and giving up your keys
whilst getting out of your car
inside a bar
something clearly went off the tracks
a long time ago.
there comes a time when
every person has to realize
he is no condition
to fight
outside of a bar,
much less inside of a bar, however
if you are crying "uncle" and giving up your keys
whilst getting out of your car
inside a bar
something clearly went off the tracks
a long time ago.
Are You Sleeping?
The sun goes
behind my head and raises
wet hairs hot
fingers praying into my eyelids.
The forecast called for
night, the way she does every day.
Rain, low talking
behind the face of the moon.
Oversteer into dreams,
consciousness smoking,
squealing, peeling away in blisters of
spent rubber sighs.
Through the slats
the window frames black
blinking blue white
that kisses my nose
in thimbles of fanned mist
swallowed nearly
in the thick of swollen tongued
Summer thrush
and watching through my cut eyes
light strike earth over the darkened tree line's rise,
the ground outside me still dry
I try to ignore the question.
behind my head and raises
wet hairs hot
fingers praying into my eyelids.
The forecast called for
night, the way she does every day.
Rain, low talking
behind the face of the moon.
Oversteer into dreams,
consciousness smoking,
squealing, peeling away in blisters of
spent rubber sighs.
Through the slats
the window frames black
blinking blue white
that kisses my nose
in thimbles of fanned mist
swallowed nearly
in the thick of swollen tongued
Summer thrush
and watching through my cut eyes
light strike earth over the darkened tree line's rise,
the ground outside me still dry
I try to ignore the question.
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