Patience and fury. In a bottle. The cool
don't wear shoes in the death of August.
Ice cold whiskey will sit quite happy
beneath a blanket of hot coffee. Yeah. Yes. Chea. Yesh,
please. I make giant eyes when I hear. Okay and not
the words of brain misfires. On the phone. Heels on the wall.
Toes making shadow puppet stories of the fall
of a kingdom and its horses.
In and out. Control board fader goes on its own.
Along for the ride. Loneliness is not much of a talker.
With the wind on your mind. His footsteps sound
distance. Wait for him to break in and sleep
with a hatchet in your pillow case. Sometimes.
Destroy everything that touches down too far inside.
Avoid windows. When the riflemen are watching.
Walk home a different way. Every evening
we count up the stars. Until the night sky
breaks. Open up to
some kind of empty and shatter. The JATO bottle
against the bottom of a trash can.
No one knows. Our little secret. Is safe.
We will find them. We will find them.
Pax de something. If this is being without war
then we will find blood and shed it.
You are too beautiful when you smile. Onward
to the third star on the right. Straight on 'til morning
and you'll know when. You've arrived.
original works of parts
Pocket of Peace
Quiet. Is it peace or is it sadness.
Nothing answers back.
The birds are minding their business,
inside jokes flipping between tree limbs.
I gave away my old mattress
to a gray haired woman next door.
New on her feet from
the shelter downtown.
I remember my time sleeping on floors,
staring at the crack in the baseboard
nights awake because they come to eat you
the moment you close your eyes.
Making angels in snow,
white and wet on her skin, on that mattress
like I did. Back when. Does my body
smell like her son? "You should have been here sooner
I made cookies yesterday and ate them all."
Tie shoes, pull on my cap and say goodbye.
Quiet radio static. Peace is a myth. Over my shoulder
nothing falling apart, only into place.
"I'm scared. I'm scared to death."
My cheek against hers, our lips to one another's ears,
The creases in her skin wipe my tear.
"Come over whenever you need to. I'll talk to you.
I don't mind."
Nothing answers back.
The birds are minding their business,
inside jokes flipping between tree limbs.
I gave away my old mattress
to a gray haired woman next door.
New on her feet from
the shelter downtown.
I remember my time sleeping on floors,
staring at the crack in the baseboard
nights awake because they come to eat you
the moment you close your eyes.
Making angels in snow,
white and wet on her skin, on that mattress
like I did. Back when. Does my body
smell like her son? "You should have been here sooner
I made cookies yesterday and ate them all."
Tie shoes, pull on my cap and say goodbye.
Quiet radio static. Peace is a myth. Over my shoulder
nothing falling apart, only into place.
"I'm scared. I'm scared to death."
My cheek against hers, our lips to one another's ears,
The creases in her skin wipe my tear.
"Come over whenever you need to. I'll talk to you.
I don't mind."
32 Bits
The tree outside the window is shedding
32 bit resolution leaves between cut edge sunshine
turning lawn ornament pinwheel brisk.
Insert coin.
The song, waking up, is memory chip limited.
Blow bricks of gray white highlighted
smoke tetris blocks. Breakfast disappears
one pixel at a time.
Over the hill, the boss castle shines
despite squared lightning and thunderhead above.
Start, select, options, equip:
scattergun, A, grenades, B, health pack, A
jump jets, A, socks and sneakers, A,
shield, B; three, two, one, go!
32 bit resolution leaves between cut edge sunshine
turning lawn ornament pinwheel brisk.
Insert coin.
The song, waking up, is memory chip limited.
Blow bricks of gray white highlighted
smoke tetris blocks. Breakfast disappears
one pixel at a time.
Over the hill, the boss castle shines
despite squared lightning and thunderhead above.
Start, select, options, equip:
scattergun, A, grenades, B, health pack, A
jump jets, A, socks and sneakers, A,
shield, B; three, two, one, go!
Czernobog
Iron to spark and sparks to apron.
Sunlight to moon and moon to night.
Coffee to water and water to might.
Piss on the wolves and wolves to bright.
Tear up insides and make them
into a chair. Dead fall, mind the tree limbs
shaved to leaf topped spikes down there.
The Knock Down (hired muscle) EP
Gone Fishing
Pinkg! Aluminum bat to skip stones lazy, alright.
Going for it. "Hi my name is" whatever you want
it to be, I'm going, I'm going.
Bobber on the little cutter waves,
cut this way and that, but
cutting in toward the sand bars
that you have to wear big pants to navigate.
Which is why I am wide eyed on the shore.
Getting sun that I cannot look at straight on
no matter how I try
to tune down the brass instruments
in my head while I doze
between swings. Pinkg! Aluminum bat to rock
served better by hand
instead of chopped down into breakwater and sand.
Terms of Occlusion
Slay the dragon whiffy lucky okay
sometimes you will run into a fastball
despite your best effort to strike out.
My eye keeps twitching and I know time is running thin.
I am okay with that, I like to coach myself.
Looking at my bedroom upside down
I can calculate the time of day
by shadows on rooftops.
250 miles for what?
No kiss? No [expletive deleted] kiss?
What the hell did I come here for?
I'm not your heel. I'm not your heel, but yesterday I was.
Bomber Son
If children ever come into the mix
they will be the most virulent or the water in the river
or maybe pennies on the eyes of try.
Knock me down or knock me up, or knock me up. I would be less without you in my sky on my right wing. Shooting up trains, and fields, and motorpools, and every fucking thing. Looking left to empties and looking right to you and your wings and tipping my nose up to see the ground where the 250 pounders land and explode and I envy your high score watching them glow.
Bomber man, bomber man, it's nothing without someone to pound fists after.
Altitude, altitude, strat and gold,
I'll steal some of your dreams and trade you mine
sleep snatcher.............. bull in a porcelain shop
I would never know where to put a tea cup.
But I would never know where else to put a tea cup
instead of inside a bomb with fins,
big boxy things I can mop up later
and hold out a handle, pinky loose,
did you watch it go?
Pinkg! Aluminum bat to skip stones lazy, alright.
Going for it. "Hi my name is" whatever you want
it to be, I'm going, I'm going.
Bobber on the little cutter waves,
cut this way and that, but
cutting in toward the sand bars
that you have to wear big pants to navigate.
Which is why I am wide eyed on the shore.
Getting sun that I cannot look at straight on
no matter how I try
to tune down the brass instruments
in my head while I doze
between swings. Pinkg! Aluminum bat to rock
served better by hand
instead of chopped down into breakwater and sand.
Terms of Occlusion
Slay the dragon whiffy lucky okay
sometimes you will run into a fastball
despite your best effort to strike out.
My eye keeps twitching and I know time is running thin.
I am okay with that, I like to coach myself.
Looking at my bedroom upside down
I can calculate the time of day
by shadows on rooftops.
250 miles for what?
No kiss? No [expletive deleted] kiss?
What the hell did I come here for?
I'm not your heel. I'm not your heel, but yesterday I was.
Bomber Son
If children ever come into the mix
they will be the most virulent or the water in the river
or maybe pennies on the eyes of try.
Knock me down or knock me up, or knock me up. I would be less without you in my sky on my right wing. Shooting up trains, and fields, and motorpools, and every fucking thing. Looking left to empties and looking right to you and your wings and tipping my nose up to see the ground where the 250 pounders land and explode and I envy your high score watching them glow.
Bomber man, bomber man, it's nothing without someone to pound fists after.
Altitude, altitude, strat and gold,
I'll steal some of your dreams and trade you mine
sleep snatcher.............. bull in a porcelain shop
I would never know where to put a tea cup.
But I would never know where else to put a tea cup
instead of inside a bomb with fins,
big boxy things I can mop up later
and hold out a handle, pinky loose,
did you watch it go?
Mutton Song
High B: Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, oh
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
and they
a won't find
your bones.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh
Mid C: Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, ah see
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
and they
oh yes, they
ain't gonna' find your bones
yeah, yeah, yeah
Big D: Ohimgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, oh
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamuttonbaybee!
and I'll
bury
all your pieces so deep
so deep, so deep.
oh oh oh
Big A and some C: I'm going to cut you up into mutton,
and stuff my jacket with some of your hair.
Oh yes, oh yes,
When they ask me where I bought my bracelet,
I'll be polite and explain
the leather braid was knit up off your back.
(shots between verses by the way)
Oh yes, oh
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
and they
a won't find
your bones.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh
Mid C: Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, ah see
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
and they
oh yes, they
ain't gonna' find your bones
yeah, yeah, yeah
Big D: Ohimgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamutton!
Oh yes, oh
Imgunnacutchuopinnamutton, innamuttonbaybee!
and I'll
bury
all your pieces so deep
so deep, so deep.
oh oh oh
Big A and some C: I'm going to cut you up into mutton,
and stuff my jacket with some of your hair.
Oh yes, oh yes,
When they ask me where I bought my bracelet,
I'll be polite and explain
the leather braid was knit up off your back.
(shots between verses by the way)
Sommer, Sommer, Squints
I told myself I would be taking better care
of myself n'at. Getting around to it and what
needs fixed. Heart break hotel, just tell me
what I fucked up on so no one
has to take the same road
you and I took. The weather has been stupid
good of late. I know I always take
too much time looking up instead of ahead.
Beach balls, baby! I know.
Opportunities. I wish we were both
pumping fists toward the sky. Easy.
of myself n'at. Getting around to it and what
needs fixed. Heart break hotel, just tell me
what I fucked up on so no one
has to take the same road
you and I took. The weather has been stupid
good of late. I know I always take
too much time looking up instead of ahead.
Beach balls, baby! I know.
Opportunities. I wish we were both
pumping fists toward the sky. Easy.
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