after Hooverphonic's "Waves" and DJ Rap's album "Learning Curve"
Who is able to fool the magic dice?
The stars do try
with a wink and opened eye,
but who holds your leash?
Who's looking out for you
fingertips on your pulse?
An every day girl
pushing waves.
Who gives you time outs?
The third one is a write up?
Master and commander,
I would die for you
but things never get that far
do they?
Don't you get around?
original works of parts
I Don't Know Their Names
Pushing afterburners and pressure suits,
to win the rolling scissors at altitude
considering diving to gain
greater efficiency
before trigger pulls and an outline
lines up with a reticle
with air brakes and gear out
to bleed speed
harder than vessels in an eye
can hold back,
blink too late.
200 feet in .2 seconds is a death sentence.
to win the rolling scissors at altitude
considering diving to gain
greater efficiency
before trigger pulls and an outline
lines up with a reticle
with air brakes and gear out
to bleed speed
harder than vessels in an eye
can hold back,
blink too late.
200 feet in .2 seconds is a death sentence.
Calamity Bliss
Birds are beautiful.
The colors, the fucking colors.
Playing like they are plants,
the plants playing pretend too.
No rocks. Just isness
and feather and wing
for days. The point of an arrow
flying true
is something to hear. She hums something 80s rhythm and blues
with no hesitation. Crossing distance kidney shot intentional and
smooth.
Talking to the clouds
gets teary eyed until the seagulls ping back
something foolish.
Spit to the sky at risk of spritz
said the cobbled stone to the skip track.
The skip track said back
"leaves are falling in the fall
and the wind is viscous today,
stay if want can override
the desire to play."
Shake it off. Shake it off.
Everyone can dance,
but bones do know
that blood will show
when it has its mode. Grind and grind and grind and grind
Watch the sun go down,
eat the rain-
The colors, the fucking colors.
Playing like they are plants,
the plants playing pretend too.
No rocks. Just isness
and feather and wing
for days. The point of an arrow
flying true
is something to hear. She hums something 80s rhythm and blues
with no hesitation. Crossing distance kidney shot intentional and
smooth.
Talking to the clouds
gets teary eyed until the seagulls ping back
something foolish.
Spit to the sky at risk of spritz
said the cobbled stone to the skip track.
The skip track said back
"leaves are falling in the fall
and the wind is viscous today,
stay if want can override
the desire to play."
Shake it off. Shake it off.
Everyone can dance,
but bones do know
that blood will show
when it has its mode. Grind and grind and grind and grind
Watch the sun go down,
eat the rain-
Sand In the Water LP
Treble Clef
We douse and down little fish on a clip,
"you know your bait fish is doing
what it is supposed to do
when it breaks the water
getting away from predator fish"
He is full of wisdom and I wonder if
he is still holding my keys in his pocket.
Out fishing and I cannot understand
how many times I keep coming up with
"I" to end sentences. It is pain filled,
but we spark up a little
out of routine and routine will save your life
or shave it, but at least there is structure,
despite timely car accidents.
The night and the day
we got into what drives
a mother fucker away
and hit an impasse.
Picking up cans on faraway rocks
forgetting that my paws were there
with those rocks and moss
and tired of jumping from one to another
but how else am I supposed to get to still water?
A bobber? Nigga, please!
Trying to remember which fish have teeth
and which ones do not.
Forgetting is part of the fun.
Good geusing is part of the fun
too th and nail.
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 hello
sometimes. Then again,
sometimes
no one does.
Dumb
The good old fashioned straight on take down
went the way of the rotary phone.
I've been checking your mail
to see if you still live there.
Chimney Swifts have been roosting
in your brick chimney
and I've been watching them loop
while popping sunflower seeds.
I can't remember the last we
didn't have to talk about stalking, meeting up faces to.
"...do you not have hobbies..."
yes. "..that's a one word answer."
Yes. I don't need to be a piece of anything
reel; I want to watch.
You're welcome.
Milk saucer please.
Film Study
I've been drinking way too much.
I know, baby.
I know, baby.
I've been drinking way too much.
I've been drinking way too much.
I've been drinking way too much.
Who am I apologizing too,
baby? "The God damned angels
not me." Okay.
As long as you're good. In my house I do not
give a shit.
Her lighter, sport skinned, hailing from New York,
what are you doing here in the sticks,
questions punted for later, is sticking out of her hip
pocket like a time pieced pocket watch unchained.
Easy to lose
yourself staring awestruck at a jean seam
and a rivet.
I do give a shit because I've been
drinking way too much
drinking way too much
drinking way too much
Did you see the leopard skin coating
on the slug clinging to the flower basket outside
on your way up to my place?
It has a big ol' hole in the side of it
to suck in air. My heart stopped
looking at it and I got all
classroom workshoppy sad. Before I coughed
up blood. I like you. A lot Let me give you
disclaimers.
We have a lot in common and I respect
fresh fruit from my garden picked off the stems
so thick you could measure them with a thumb.
I respect bad conversations with neighbors who know
nothing about me and tell stories about their children
my age and it makes me feel okay
because at least I didn't fuck my grandma over.
You know what?
I know what weapons I was given,
lets talk about good grips and good finger protectors
for flesh cleaving metal because I
make up words for tools and
time is short. The garden is gorgeous by the way.
We should take a walk some time
said the head to the fist.
Fingernails are nothing
until they eat up skin.
Frosty
after Cannibal Ox
Are you violent?
I know you. I'm getting a little frosty myself.
Combustion is great
when does not wash away when the river is high.
Keep your eye up, heads up, dive
hard to rooftops and be glad
there is shelter.
Are those textbooks? Usually.
Pick your battles and your addles and your nerves.
Put away what makes you dark and remember
life started with just a fucking spark,
an idea, and from there everything blew clear
out of hand
demand forcing a whole lot of whatevers
and when it actually gets cold
everyone shivers
like
bad bugs on skin
while everything gets thin enough that bones
come to surface, the same way that a blade
can be purposed.
I get a little frosty
but family brings me back.
I get a little frosty
but friends bring me back. Stop.
Rage. Stop again.
Cut Wrist
Have you ever had the bends? Nitrogen poisoning?
I caught up with my ghosts and there was a stand off.
We talked about dinosaurs and grass that grows on the shoals
the same way grass will grow on dunes.
We talked about the man in the hat.
What it means to be inside a hat instead of wearing it.
What wearing it is. I spat tears because my eyes were too dry.
We talked about the mission and how shitty the water tastes.
We went over the battle plans for taking down
the water processing plant and how to make bombs
with kettle barrels from the home improvement store
selling fertilizer like it was the only thing it could be
used for. How good is that garden by the way?
There's sand in the water. There's sand in the water!
It tastes magnificent. Sea weed and all! I held on to
a piece of sea glass for years,
because it had some of the Atlantic trapped inside it,
I used to tuck it under my pillow and dream
about nor' easters bringing me more. Have you ever
had a bath so good
you fell asleep against
the porcelain and
woke up
surprised, sand in your mouth. Another day
in your eyes?
We douse and down little fish on a clip,
"you know your bait fish is doing
what it is supposed to do
when it breaks the water
getting away from predator fish"
He is full of wisdom and I wonder if
he is still holding my keys in his pocket.
Out fishing and I cannot understand
how many times I keep coming up with
"I" to end sentences. It is pain filled,
but we spark up a little
out of routine and routine will save your life
or shave it, but at least there is structure,
despite timely car accidents.
The night and the day
we got into what drives
a mother fucker away
and hit an impasse.
Picking up cans on faraway rocks
forgetting that my paws were there
with those rocks and moss
and tired of jumping from one to another
but how else am I supposed to get to still water?
A bobber? Nigga, please!
Trying to remember which fish have teeth
and which ones do not.
Forgetting is part of the fun.
Good geusing is part of the fun
too th and nail.
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 hello
sometimes. Then again,
sometimes
no one does.
Dumb
The good old fashioned straight on take down
went the way of the rotary phone.
I've been checking your mail
to see if you still live there.
Chimney Swifts have been roosting
in your brick chimney
and I've been watching them loop
while popping sunflower seeds.
I can't remember the last we
didn't have to talk about stalking, meeting up faces to.
"...do you not have hobbies..."
yes. "..that's a one word answer."
Yes. I don't need to be a piece of anything
reel; I want to watch.
You're welcome.
Milk saucer please.
Film Study
I've been drinking way too much.
I know, baby.
I know, baby.
I've been drinking way too much.
I've been drinking way too much.
I've been drinking way too much.
Who am I apologizing too,
baby? "The God damned angels
not me." Okay.
As long as you're good. In my house I do not
give a shit.
Her lighter, sport skinned, hailing from New York,
what are you doing here in the sticks,
questions punted for later, is sticking out of her hip
pocket like a time pieced pocket watch unchained.
Easy to lose
yourself staring awestruck at a jean seam
and a rivet.
I do give a shit because I've been
drinking way too much
drinking way too much
drinking way too much
Did you see the leopard skin coating
on the slug clinging to the flower basket outside
on your way up to my place?
It has a big ol' hole in the side of it
to suck in air. My heart stopped
looking at it and I got all
classroom workshoppy sad. Before I coughed
up blood. I like you. A lot Let me give you
disclaimers.
We have a lot in common and I respect
fresh fruit from my garden picked off the stems
so thick you could measure them with a thumb.
I respect bad conversations with neighbors who know
nothing about me and tell stories about their children
my age and it makes me feel okay
because at least I didn't fuck my grandma over.
You know what?
I know what weapons I was given,
lets talk about good grips and good finger protectors
for flesh cleaving metal because I
make up words for tools and
time is short. The garden is gorgeous by the way.
We should take a walk some time
said the head to the fist.
Fingernails are nothing
until they eat up skin.
Frosty
after Cannibal Ox
Are you violent?
I know you. I'm getting a little frosty myself.
Combustion is great
when does not wash away when the river is high.
Keep your eye up, heads up, dive
hard to rooftops and be glad
there is shelter.
Are those textbooks? Usually.
Pick your battles and your addles and your nerves.
Put away what makes you dark and remember
life started with just a fucking spark,
an idea, and from there everything blew clear
out of hand
demand forcing a whole lot of whatevers
and when it actually gets cold
everyone shivers
like
bad bugs on skin
while everything gets thin enough that bones
come to surface, the same way that a blade
can be purposed.
I get a little frosty
but family brings me back.
I get a little frosty
but friends bring me back. Stop.
Rage. Stop again.
Cut Wrist
Have you ever had the bends? Nitrogen poisoning?
I caught up with my ghosts and there was a stand off.
We talked about dinosaurs and grass that grows on the shoals
the same way grass will grow on dunes.
We talked about the man in the hat.
What it means to be inside a hat instead of wearing it.
What wearing it is. I spat tears because my eyes were too dry.
We talked about the mission and how shitty the water tastes.
We went over the battle plans for taking down
the water processing plant and how to make bombs
with kettle barrels from the home improvement store
selling fertilizer like it was the only thing it could be
used for. How good is that garden by the way?
There's sand in the water. There's sand in the water!
It tastes magnificent. Sea weed and all! I held on to
a piece of sea glass for years,
because it had some of the Atlantic trapped inside it,
I used to tuck it under my pillow and dream
about nor' easters bringing me more. Have you ever
had a bath so good
you fell asleep against
the porcelain and
woke up
surprised, sand in your mouth. Another day
in your eyes?
It Was Nice Meeting You Again
I'm gonna crash your teeth
like a thief in the night
with butterfly wings.
I'm gonna crush you, thief,
like a creep in the night
with a bulletless gun.
We'll have tea and chat
about this and scat
it'll be a very lovely chat
until I tape you down
to the chair you found
and break out what's in your skull.
I'll watch it fly
and try to cry
filling shop bags till their full.
like a thief in the night
with butterfly wings.
I'm gonna crush you, thief,
like a creep in the night
with a bulletless gun.
We'll have tea and chat
about this and scat
it'll be a very lovely chat
until I tape you down
to the chair you found
and break out what's in your skull.
I'll watch it fly
and try to cry
filling shop bags till their full.
Crushed (i don't hate white people, but i do)
after Takyon by Deathgrips
I do not let it go. Ingrained in pain I keep my sane by
taking a little stroll. I take a walk and count to ten
'cause every hen can't be slaughtered before it lays
an egg is where to start to part over things real small
and sway. How the wind will take the egg on over
is a matter of chance and pain. The words we weigh
go over, side and side, like what kind of cars go through
the toll. Watching the quarter find a slide on its
slow spiral to the hole. We watch it spin on edge and
it's in and everybody else pumps fists because it's a win
Meanwhile I'm still on the edge of the bill
waiting for the game to be called.
Brain up to the wall and still feeling small
for the things I did not know
of phsyics all it is is gravity kicks in the back part of a skull
cryonic paste and toxic waste, it's the ditch digger
all over again. Stethoscopes and ways to cope
and ways to open hand palm milk hold.
I had a thought, bought out with a comment from a friend,
I had a thought, playing my peace
and I didn't know it was the end.
Get dirty fresh and sonic like an enter key was your life
and I'll rouse up posse, horsemen, swordsmen
rooks, and kings, like you were playing for more than
tripe. I had this vision of an incision that was
taking out your tongue,
going back to the years when blacks were,
looking at white cunts, and for that hung,
it's all reversed and I look forward to
the day when the white in your eyes pops out
more dead and tender done.
I do not let it go. Ingrained in pain I keep my sane by
taking a little stroll. I take a walk and count to ten
'cause every hen can't be slaughtered before it lays
an egg is where to start to part over things real small
and sway. How the wind will take the egg on over
is a matter of chance and pain. The words we weigh
go over, side and side, like what kind of cars go through
the toll. Watching the quarter find a slide on its
slow spiral to the hole. We watch it spin on edge and
it's in and everybody else pumps fists because it's a win
Meanwhile I'm still on the edge of the bill
waiting for the game to be called.
Brain up to the wall and still feeling small
for the things I did not know
of phsyics all it is is gravity kicks in the back part of a skull
cryonic paste and toxic waste, it's the ditch digger
all over again. Stethoscopes and ways to cope
and ways to open hand palm milk hold.
I had a thought, bought out with a comment from a friend,
I had a thought, playing my peace
and I didn't know it was the end.
Get dirty fresh and sonic like an enter key was your life
and I'll rouse up posse, horsemen, swordsmen
rooks, and kings, like you were playing for more than
tripe. I had this vision of an incision that was
taking out your tongue,
going back to the years when blacks were,
looking at white cunts, and for that hung,
it's all reversed and I look forward to
the day when the white in your eyes pops out
more dead and tender done.
Smoker 33
I own two watches.
No shit.
They're pretty good watches,
but I'm not a watch guy.
You don't give away bullshit.
No shit.
I like them.
No shit.
I got them from two people
I love.
Different people.
Yeah. It's nice.
Do you wear them at the same time.
-the watches?
Sometimes.
Going with the chips instead of the frozen fries?
No shit.
They're pretty good watches,
but I'm not a watch guy.
You don't give away bullshit.
No shit.
I like them.
No shit.
I got them from two people
I love.
Different people.
Yeah. It's nice.
Do you wear them at the same time.
-the watches?
Sometimes.
Going with the chips instead of the frozen fries?
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