No one is impressed
I've made no wave
Great love lives in another room
Not dirty not pure
Not smart
Only sometimes stupid
My place is
In the middle
A marble lost
on an empty side street
It's not dangerous here
and somewhat pleasant
Peaceful in an "you've already died" kind of way
It was hard to get here
though I was born with a middle brain
But I don't want to stay
Everyone else is on the high road or heading downtown.
I'm fucking lonely
And I haven't cum once.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
D student (Autumn House)
In my dream
I killed a girl
swimming in her gray school dress
sloppy pigtailed
hair haloed with lost strands
blind to the ribbons and their strict performance
she was not interested in living
or so it seemed
Maybe she was just sad
Anyway, I killed her
I chopped off her head and hid the body
Isn't that fucking horrific?
I started running up and down the stairs
between my guilt and freedom
between here and there
never learning my lesson
how could I murder
even if she was a sullen brat
when she came for revenge
she wasn't young or sad or mad
She was frail and old and smiling
in a yellow dress
still swimming between the fabric and the universe
her thick white curls
remembering heaven
I wanted to rest my head there
But I couldn't let her touch me
the burning would never cease!
I woke up stuck in fear
Now I wonder. would it?
would anything last forever.
I killed a girl
swimming in her gray school dress
sloppy pigtailed
hair haloed with lost strands
blind to the ribbons and their strict performance
she was not interested in living
or so it seemed
Maybe she was just sad
Anyway, I killed her
I chopped off her head and hid the body
Isn't that fucking horrific?
I started running up and down the stairs
between my guilt and freedom
between here and there
never learning my lesson
how could I murder
even if she was a sullen brat
when she came for revenge
she wasn't young or sad or mad
She was frail and old and smiling
in a yellow dress
still swimming between the fabric and the universe
her thick white curls
remembering heaven
I wanted to rest my head there
But I couldn't let her touch me
the burning would never cease!
I woke up stuck in fear
Now I wonder. would it?
would anything last forever.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Operation
Carrying around a big bag of sad
A sad bag
Lumpy and bumpy
And kind of wet
Can't remember where I picked it up
Or why I can't put it down
Only it's stuck so's that I forget it's there
For a little while
But I can smile
in a dark alley
behind Xmas
after the party
Return my arm and you can have this bag
Return my leg and I'll scrub it clean
So that sad shines like sorrow and
tomorrow glistens like Steam
Return my head and I'll sing a song
A long sailors song with suicidal versus that go on and on
Return my fingers and toes
And I'll build you a model of Rio de Janeiro
And I'll dance with all my limbs
In the muck of today
Spewing gurgling and frothing
Like a bag gone mad
A big bag of mad
that's never no more sad
A sad bag
Lumpy and bumpy
And kind of wet
Can't remember where I picked it up
Or why I can't put it down
Only it's stuck so's that I forget it's there
For a little while
But I can smile
in a dark alley
behind Xmas
after the party
Return my arm and you can have this bag
Return my leg and I'll scrub it clean
So that sad shines like sorrow and
tomorrow glistens like Steam
Return my head and I'll sing a song
A long sailors song with suicidal versus that go on and on
Return my fingers and toes
And I'll build you a model of Rio de Janeiro
And I'll dance with all my limbs
In the muck of today
Spewing gurgling and frothing
Like a bag gone mad
A big bag of mad
that's never no more sad
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