[09 Jan 2007 Tuesday]
Tell Me Lies.
And angels can sometimes speak with tarlungs and whiskey on their breath
with a cadence like a broken soldier who's marched himself to death
God speaks through gin tongues when he's got nowhere else to go,
And there's plenty of things he has to say
But just like us there's a lot he doesn't know
And you can watch your life like a video tape
And laugh right along with him,
And it's like you were both there,
but never really to begin with.
These lyrics were made into a lovely little folk/punk song by Hunger Strike Riot.
[29 Dec 2006 Friday]
Midnight Drug Ballads for the Insomniac in All of Us.
There's drinking and there's driving
Drinking for a sex drive
Driving your brain/your heart
Combined with alarming frequency
The kind I completely deserve
The kind that makes me smile at night
Like the amphetamines I smile for in the morning
And scream for on the inside when they don't exist
And it will go on in euphoria
Like the first time I saw the stars through the ceiling
Melting on my face like wax
Onto the numbest cheeks
And the lights and sound were more than I could handle
And my heart would laugh with the bass line
And it will go on
Til our livers explode and our hearts attack.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Portrait in a Window Pain
I couldn't help but wonder from the window
If the snow on the pine boughs tasted like gin.
On the drive home the sun was pregnant and bleeding.
What a very unfortunate state to be in.
I wrote this driving home from my step-mom's familys house around Christmas time 2005, upset with the visit. I ran the lines over and over in my head until I got home and was able to hammer them out.
If the snow on the pine boughs tasted like gin.
On the drive home the sun was pregnant and bleeding.
What a very unfortunate state to be in.
I wrote this driving home from my step-mom's familys house around Christmas time 2005, upset with the visit. I ran the lines over and over in my head until I got home and was able to hammer them out.
Incinerating the Addict.
This is my oldest poem that I have posted to date. It was created by a list of phrases and inspirations from the local phone book yellow pages. I love it.
So much for your sisters wedding at the drive-in
Prefabricated problems are nursed at the bar
Fused by the pulse of live music to your heart attack
After the purchase of pain pills
From the gloves behind the counter at Snyder's Drug
With your valu-rite price card at the drive-through
Is that prescription for here or to go?
We'll consult the Gastro-Intenstinal Associates
At the nurses station before they get to the tavern to meet you
You roll over in coronary demise
And you cry your way to Dibbles and Son Remodeling
Before having your eyes checked in our optical organization
For your television and service repair
Walgreen's won't take you anymore
So you turned your ass to the Junk dealers and their scrap metals
Build a solid rock future back together
"Over thirty years experience in furniture restoration"
None today because U-hauls taken you
To Alpha-Crematory by Gaffney-Bush Funeral Home Directors
The pediatrics dismissed you on terms of adolescence
No embalming fluid for you
And now you're sitting in the crematorium
But you wish you were in a HELLO sauna.
So much for your sisters wedding at the drive-in
Prefabricated problems are nursed at the bar
Fused by the pulse of live music to your heart attack
After the purchase of pain pills
From the gloves behind the counter at Snyder's Drug
With your valu-rite price card at the drive-through
Is that prescription for here or to go?
We'll consult the Gastro-Intenstinal Associates
At the nurses station before they get to the tavern to meet you
You roll over in coronary demise
And you cry your way to Dibbles and Son Remodeling
Before having your eyes checked in our optical organization
For your television and service repair
Walgreen's won't take you anymore
So you turned your ass to the Junk dealers and their scrap metals
Build a solid rock future back together
"Over thirty years experience in furniture restoration"
None today because U-hauls taken you
To Alpha-Crematory by Gaffney-Bush Funeral Home Directors
The pediatrics dismissed you on terms of adolescence
No embalming fluid for you
And now you're sitting in the crematorium
But you wish you were in a HELLO sauna.
Pulling my teeth.
I used to dream about them falling out
Spitting white chips onto the table
Like throwing down a bet on the cards of my future
I am pulling my teeth
the growing pile in my palm
trying to prevent myself from growing crooked
and letting the inner twisting reveal itself.
I hope someone notices the enamel clinking to my bathroom floor
before my chest caves in and I starve
Unable to naw my way out of this mess.
Spitting white chips onto the table
Like throwing down a bet on the cards of my future
I am pulling my teeth
the growing pile in my palm
trying to prevent myself from growing crooked
and letting the inner twisting reveal itself.
I hope someone notices the enamel clinking to my bathroom floor
before my chest caves in and I starve
Unable to naw my way out of this mess.
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