Sand In The Water
Drink to good health
and fuckable kids,
drink to yourself
and all that you id.
Drink to tomorrows
and toast to success
Drink to your sorrows
and your life a mess.
Take it on the chin,
its what Jesus would.
Take it as a win
the hangman's hood.
Drink until you die
enough to be alive.
Drink until the truth
turns out to be alright.
Drink for legacy,
toast to the moon.
Drink for Jesus's sake
I hear he's coming soon
Take it on the nines,
the tens, and the twelves.
Take it none in mind
let them pick up the pieces of your selves
There's sand in the water
there's sand in the water,
my baby was born still.
There's sand in the water
there's sand in the water,
on melancholy hill.
I Didn't Talk Her Down and I Never Wanted To
"A mirthless bastard"
was what she said
the night she fell asleep
and I killed her in her bed.
She slept and dreamed of everything
else we were not.
From her eyes night terrors streamed
even as they saw spots.
Fingers closed in prayer
behind her neck.
Teeth split her lips, bared
Her pulse thumb checked.
I strangled the life
right out of her veins.
No longer my wife,
us both in no pain.
Sand In The Water 2
Nothing tastes like coke anymore
at least since you stopped
talking to me. I miss you some
days go by when I am trying to feel
the minutes before you stopped
talking to me. It's crazy, right?
I know it is. Rhetorical. I know
I am not what I used to be,
but neither are you.
Everyone says high
sometimes. Then again,
sometimes
no one does.
original works of parts
We're Still Friends (Don't Worry)
You don't really know what it is I do, do you?
It's flattering;
that I can understand.
Your enthusiasm is charming,
that too, is understandable,
but you sound like my mother
last time I was home
and she grappled with
the idea that I may be
poorly defined,
but it's charming really,
your grasping for a source
of income. I'll wait it out.
And gloat some. Let the idea of unconvention
bloat some.
It's not that serious,
promise,
but not to me.
My fingers
and my wires
crossed;
a boy has got to eat.
It's flattering;
that I can understand.
Your enthusiasm is charming,
that too, is understandable,
but you sound like my mother
last time I was home
and she grappled with
the idea that I may be
poorly defined,
but it's charming really,
your grasping for a source
of income. I'll wait it out.
And gloat some. Let the idea of unconvention
bloat some.
It's not that serious,
promise,
but not to me.
My fingers
and my wires
crossed;
a boy has got to eat.
Game Shows
Doors to pick,
two or three.
One is already
starting off empty.
Play the stats the choice you just made
make again, or play it through to bitter end.
Two hands behind my back,
double or nothing,
how you going to act.
Choose wisely, I'm not on call
and don't call if your shit got stepped on
so how you going to act?
I don't practice the books or try to stack
the odds against what you want to do
so I never pack,
I keep it close so if you want
you can give up that ghost
when your arm twitches
don't try to talk to me
like I'm one of them witches,
one of them suckers
one of them unlit bulb mother fuckers,
stand back and make me wonder
if you got one of them clack clack
make you wonders
behind your back
or don't. I'm here for the same reasons
you think you are,
headlights still on at the front of the car.
Engine running. Still funning,
small talking like I give a shit,
are we doing or are you gonna keep trying
to spit conveniences.
Let's do. This ain't about me
and it ain't about you.
I got no time to track niggas down,
I got no time to track players out of town.
I gotta eat and you gotta put some of that heat
into the seat of something you can love
so stop treating our shit with kid gloves.
I'm trying to transact and
what you're doing is not on the books,
by hook and by crook, leave that junk at home
if you want to be free, it's the laws
governing our bubble
that you have to begin to own.
two or three.
One is already
starting off empty.
Play the stats the choice you just made
make again, or play it through to bitter end.
Two hands behind my back,
double or nothing,
how you going to act.
Choose wisely, I'm not on call
and don't call if your shit got stepped on
so how you going to act?
I don't practice the books or try to stack
the odds against what you want to do
so I never pack,
I keep it close so if you want
you can give up that ghost
when your arm twitches
don't try to talk to me
like I'm one of them witches,
one of them suckers
one of them unlit bulb mother fuckers,
stand back and make me wonder
if you got one of them clack clack
make you wonders
behind your back
or don't. I'm here for the same reasons
you think you are,
headlights still on at the front of the car.
Engine running. Still funning,
small talking like I give a shit,
are we doing or are you gonna keep trying
to spit conveniences.
Let's do. This ain't about me
and it ain't about you.
I got no time to track niggas down,
I got no time to track players out of town.
I gotta eat and you gotta put some of that heat
into the seat of something you can love
so stop treating our shit with kid gloves.
I'm trying to transact and
what you're doing is not on the books,
by hook and by crook, leave that junk at home
if you want to be free, it's the laws
governing our bubble
that you have to begin to own.
The Chicken Whore the Egg
The thing about being
crazy in describable terms,
better yet, terms able to be described
on good days,
is that you can pick your foments
to not hide, and embrace
yourself, and let Gods sort it out
in sidelong conversation and
as long as you are okay
with what you are
you are
home
free.
crazy in describable terms,
better yet, terms able to be described
on good days,
is that you can pick your foments
to not hide, and embrace
yourself, and let Gods sort it out
in sidelong conversation and
as long as you are okay
with what you are
you are
home
free.
Pittsburgh Black and Whites 8
Pass your tongue over
the teeth still crooked
and remember how they got that way
and smile. At least you are
home every night. Every night
a love story in a paper bag.
That much more than plastic.
the teeth still crooked
and remember how they got that way
and smile. At least you are
home every night. Every night
a love story in a paper bag.
That much more than plastic.
No Yes
I cannot remember the last time I ate breakfast
or saw the sun rise
with no fear.
My hands still shake
without trying and I regret
taking the pills that made them so.
It's not all bad. It's not all bad.
I still have
everything else
I can't remember clearly and
that is something
of an achievement.
My emergency contact
is time. Always there and junk.
I'm covered. Promise.
Worst comes to worst
you can take that night stand drawer to a pawn shop
and foot the shovel and stone bill.
or saw the sun rise
with no fear.
My hands still shake
without trying and I regret
taking the pills that made them so.
It's not all bad. It's not all bad.
I still have
everything else
I can't remember clearly and
that is something
of an achievement.
My emergency contact
is time. Always there and junk.
I'm covered. Promise.
Worst comes to worst
you can take that night stand drawer to a pawn shop
and foot the shovel and stone bill.
Sunrise Over Highland Park Bridge
The Gulls are cutting
against the inland wind.
White kites against the brown blue bruise of river.
Bicycle rests against suicide proof chain links.
Below, barges heaped with coal
approach the locks. The clouds are
playing Pictionary above
with an enthusiasm
I could muster
if I were high
er than where I am. Seeing them scrawl
and call to one another
in the hours when there is no one I can call
who would answer in kind
brings my eye to the dirty red sun
and inside I shine
for the better part of a minute
because I am super connected
to Mother.
against the inland wind.
White kites against the brown blue bruise of river.
Bicycle rests against suicide proof chain links.
Below, barges heaped with coal
approach the locks. The clouds are
playing Pictionary above
with an enthusiasm
I could muster
if I were high
er than where I am. Seeing them scrawl
and call to one another
in the hours when there is no one I can call
who would answer in kind
brings my eye to the dirty red sun
and inside I shine
for the better part of a minute
because I am super connected
to Mother.
Destructolux
Do you ever get tired
of being indestructible?
Sometimes. Do you ever get tired
of trying to kill yourself?
Never. It is hard sound.
The temptress
out of league
that pretends
not to know you at the prom
after the limo and corsage
and the courting and the yearbook.
Cement. I'm sorry
your initials are not next to mine
in the stars above Kettle hill.
I do get tired
of being lucky
day after day
knowing you are waiting for me
six feet away,
your hand still
on my heart.
of being indestructible?
Sometimes. Do you ever get tired
of trying to kill yourself?
Never. It is hard sound.
The temptress
out of league
that pretends
not to know you at the prom
after the limo and corsage
and the courting and the yearbook.
Cement. I'm sorry
your initials are not next to mine
in the stars above Kettle hill.
I do get tired
of being lucky
day after day
knowing you are waiting for me
six feet away,
your hand still
on my heart.
Hot Metal Bridge
The clouds are ghosted
into the flat aluminum of the sky
above the Point like acid etched circuitry.
From here, the rooftops
muscle up, man sized steel shavings to
a sun sized magnet.
into the flat aluminum of the sky
above the Point like acid etched circuitry.
From here, the rooftops
muscle up, man sized steel shavings to
a sun sized magnet.
Damaged Goods
Take me home
please.
I have no ice cream in my freezer
but if that piques you
I will promise anything
without second thoughts
if you promise not to
have any. Let's play
telephone, let's play sex,
let's play anything and
play off whatever is next.
Take me home
please.
I've nothing to do and want
honestly
nothing to do with you tomorrow.
If I could kill,
you're up on the list.
If I could be still
you would be a gift.
Take me home
this one time
and I can promise you
the best night of my life
in recent memory.
The understanding:
my memory is
minutes chemical blacked.
please.
I have no ice cream in my freezer
but if that piques you
I will promise anything
without second thoughts
if you promise not to
have any. Let's play
telephone, let's play sex,
let's play anything and
play off whatever is next.
Take me home
please.
I've nothing to do and want
honestly
nothing to do with you tomorrow.
If I could kill,
you're up on the list.
If I could be still
you would be a gift.
Take me home
this one time
and I can promise you
the best night of my life
in recent memory.
The understanding:
my memory is
minutes chemical blacked.
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