December 2008
99 posts
caffeine-heart
I’ve been making a lot of my poetry entries private lately. I stopped following some people. Why? I don’t know. I don’t feel like sharing myself lately, or something.
a rhythm growing for the caffeine-heart 2 beats amphetamine for the “Fuck it.” 5 parts “Oh yeah?” 1 part foot to floor hurried for no reason the voice of irrationality puts it’s pretty lips up to my eager ears and...
November 2008
53 posts
I think I’m just going hide in the basement with the lights out, and listen to Oh Mercy all night.
Lucinda
It’s been a while, Lucinda did you ever get that pink out of your clothes? yeah, I don’t care that you ruined the wash, but it’s time to wash yourself too, I think 31 years ago, it feels like but I know it’s only been one I was at the town square today I washed my sins in the water you can claim carelessness or maybe a hint of forgetfulness, but I think I know when...
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magnoliasurgeon:
Could it ever be more than the reflection of the sun burning invisible freckles caught in the shadow of desire? Or polite tongues exploring the salty air of false possibility? Or used linens keeping whiskey and the lapsed passion of strangers in it’s seams?
Could it ever be more than the still echo of promise before the burning of the leaves? Or the steady drone of quieting...
oh, I had a girlfriend, her name was Cliche she said “there’s worse things than being in love” she said “I live life in the fast lane and when the tough gets going, the going gets tough” I hate her
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new song I done did.
“Here Comes...
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Must-own albums
So, I’ve decided to pull a High Fidelity stunt and post a music list. These are the albums everyone should own, in my opinion. To give you an idea of what influenced my choices — I like things with integrity, character, soul, originality, innovation, and raw emotion. I don’t like music made lazily, or music made with the sole purpose of appealing to a demographic. I feel like...
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Most recent song I’ve done. Really rough, I...
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a rhythm growing for the caffeine-heart 2 beats amphetamine for the “Fuck it.” 5 parts “Oh yeah?” 1 part foot to floor hurried for no reason the voice of irrationality puts it’s pretty lips up to my eager ears and says “Fuck it.” encouragement must be synonymous with stupidity then.
Anti-contemporary
To destroy, o’er anythings at all to commit, the acts once done in Spring she was born in, like a Dylan-muse to greet, there’s no use when pretty’s chosen o’er proper things and kindness faces abuse.
This is the plan; to distract, in ‘er face with what she is wont to chase, a temptation bleeding to flee, despite ‘is heeding it is the plan, always blunt to...
there’s a power (a power strong) achieved (it’s never wrong) on the floor (with the noise) with a song (with the boys) and it starts humming whispering gently whispering at midnight (shaking now) floor cracks (it’s quaking now) booming and tearing a raucous fuzz deep hissing in the undertow grabs your legs strong-arm’s gravity and pulls you to the floor where you listen
I was reading the sort-of memoirs of a homeless guy today, and it bothered me deeply. Not because of the situation the homeless are in — which, of course, is not that great to imagine — but because of how I could strangely relate to this guy. He writes about how detached he feels from everyone else. How lonely it all feels. He looks back at previous life, so-to-speak, and talks about...
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near the tracks where I used to live the cicadas sang during the day the night would give it’s little gift a little quiet, a little less pain the moon sits heavy in the mist and I lost my name in it back where I used to call home where the river was still and calm riven by cuts in the land the splashes sang together a song and I’d listen alone with my hands in the water feeling it move...
all the time in the garage the music plays the smoke collects near the light, with the moths and they have a moth party with dancing and I’m not invited though I provide the lights and the fun is this my apartment? I ask the car consider pulling the string near the ceiling but don’t want to break the giant door is this my office? yes.
shitty unfinished lyrics
why so indecisive like a lost driver on a roundabout? if you could make up your mind, I bet you wouldn’t, no you couldn’t and nobody’d find out time drags on like a cigarette in a hungry mouth if you could stop it you’d just shop it like a personal stand-still your own truck-stop in the south yes I know you’ve been mistreated yes, abused and I hope that you stop...
I wish I were still there with the broken pavement talking the hard-to-breath humidity the pure warmth I wish I were still there
sex is a bad joke
that was a lame joke, shouldn’ta done that you said cheery-eyed and a little too loud you said rudely, in front of everyone, out loud you came invading down the hall a kid showing proudly your mess to parents that you plotted the telling, that was apparent you came screeching to a halt stopping anxiously waiting for “what’s ups?” uttering desperately, and fucking it up you...
that’s reality that it sucks, you know? that’s what they tell me and I start to argue, but let it go and that sucks, you know? youth isn’t what it used to be slipping, mainly I shouldn’t let it go it’s dripping a little bit from the sky, you know? ruins the cherry, I think it’s a candle-turned-record still wax, but different, I think I still listen, man, I...
I can’t think if you know what I mean you know what I mean? I can’t think I can’t speak or even talk I can hardly talk you know what I mean? it’s just one of those things you know what I mean? one of those things those ugly things and it stings I can’t laugh or can I you know what I mean? ‘cause it really stings just to think it hurts my brain you know what I...
Man
“the hatchet slipped up man” he said, anxiety flowering “it was an accident man” an accident empowering “what do I do man?” he cried, worried “this isn’t cool, man” his voice, hurried “somebody’s walkin’ in here man” his enemy dead “I better run, huh man?” he wished it were him instead “I’m gonna...
Suzanne and Matt
Suzanne and Matt sharin’ flats breakin’ trusts break their parents or bust Suzanne and Matt must be losin’ it ‘cause they aren’t gettin’ it
sounds from the barroom whistling firing, whispering the walls were a grenadier’s dream flimsy, if you know what I mean the tables and stools sat on and used, a 50’s jukebox in a collector’s home what a shame, what a shame things had to turn fingers crippled by cigarette positions perch on wrists from hands to elbows armed to the teeth the hungry teeth the hungry lungs...
it was a gamble, it was a shame the way it turned we cut her free, let her go only to burn “It’s alright! It’s alright!” to risk the price “It’ll be fine, I’m alright!” and I rolled the dice
everything flipped, upside down it wasn’t a dream my wings are clipped, I’m running now if you know what I mean “That’s cool,...
Low
I was born in Mississippi shot dead in New Orleans my flask was full my walk was mean I was raised in Jackson became a man in jail my eyes was foggy spit was in my pail my dad was hard man my mom a drunk, stone cold I been sittin’ on this bar stool since I was three years old people always ask me “where you gonna be?” I’m going to Memphis, I told ‘em Memphis,...
micro-stories
It was fun at first, being a ghost. I followed people around, seeing what their days consisted of. Time had stopped, allowing me to traverse it at will, to move to any point in it, whenever I wanted to. “This must be true heaven”, I thought, as I spent what felt like 100 years reliving my same favorite memories, over and over. I cried a lot during this period. I would immerse myself in...
she’s an angel on the hardwood floor the floorboards creak and she floats underneath her gown, more and more and more SMACK right into the ceiling fan
American Primitivism
she’s a range of mountains a fire of forests smoke slithering in the wind she’s forever-enduring she’s a strong, solemn friend. she’s a tree standing with her sisters hiding her base away and all its family she sways today, in the valley. she’s a cold dark canyon her faces are soaking down the showers she’s ambling and she scours. she’s a stream twisting...
I’m bumping along the scenery is a time-lapse change of seasons I’m bruised being bold is the collapse of my reason artificial heat a blanket is the warmth of
it seems tonight i can’t FINISH ANYTHING.
comeyou
it’s 11 AM and I can’t sleep it’s the stretch, the highway-crawl I’ll hit every one they’re out there waiting, sprawled out I’m trying to find my thick skin anxiety is in the air and I slowly breath it in
it’s cold outside and I’m warm behind metal moving is sanctuary a hot-meal for a wayfaring soul a stab in the back for the fearful the plan...
suppose for a second the violins would play now and their rusty strings lit up your cash-grey face I would be willing to keel over and beneath the baby grass I would be grinning pretend for a minute my face is a mask and yours a makeup-cake covering our true creases I would be willing to cross the lines you set and under the paint I would be grinning imagine for an instant you listening to me...
Chris is shoving all the people on the floor he’s a behemoth in case they didn’t notice this was a situation that was blood, sweat and tears literally and underground operation I still have the scar literally that was a real night
Where I end and you begin...
zusammen818:
relationships are silly. I’ve always longed for one but as of right now it’s just unappealing to me. I look around at all my friends who are worrying about their significant others. One is worrying why he hasn’t called in 5 days, the other is afraid he is going to dump her or they are loosing “interest” in each other. I’m the friend that always has to hear it. I understand, i’ve...
do I talk too much? do I make a move? do I grab you until I know hope is in you? I’m not asking much love is tough I just want someone right now and it’s really hurting me but you, oh you — you know you make my chest pound faster when I can’t concentrate because your laughter god for heaven’s sake I’m after everything I want to take and I can’t feel a...
I will get through to you now I will get through it’s droning it’s a crescendo it’s grazing it makes my hair stand it’s not meaningless it’s coldly biting now I will get through to you now this is it’s only purpose
sometimes you’re a violent television your static is stunning and telling hidden truths you pick up the waves sometimes the unwelcome pointless broadcasts and you get all mixed-up with speakers blown and you make pathetic noises humming in the corner in darkness’ black fingers but unlike the others in surrogate homes you’re never alone I’m the only one who watches and...
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this isn’t happening this isn’t happening this is just a frame I’m absent here I’m a cold ghost I’m in the background this...
this is in honor of them whose unhappiness you tote around whose integrity you collapse whose adulthood you steal they’re helpless I’m helpless you shouldn’t be getting away with this like you always have been cruelty is your commodity sadness is your fuel and it’s not mutual the feeling was never mutual put it in your pathetic head is this all you have to live for? okay,...
the heat wraps it’s velvet arms around me and I soak in it until intoxicated like a concubine soaking in quietly a family breeze she can never have some things are meant to be thought about silently her and her friends were fast-forward buttons their pictures hardly rewind they sometimes trap but not this time
oh pretty slides can you woo me? it’s too loud no, change it there’s nothing left around here
family bares a face confusing to me if family is always there they’re supposed to care for me and I’m not always there family is a friend my tree is growing
I can save you we’re swallowed in summer’s stomach if I could only convince you I can’t make you I can pick you up from class I’m still waiting for your call you’re a time machine it’s okay to cry time was never kind but you’re forever you’re pretty-clad you’re soft you’re “like a rainbow” I can’t just not look at you I...
the cicadas blare cacophony chirrups and whistles the pavement rolls your heart is a light tower in broad day light and all my activities are in suspense I can feel it it’s happiness and it it somehow hurts, somehow maybe I wasn’t meant to take it but I’ll take it over anything, any time
6/22/07-7/20/07
can I feel your cherry palms comfort isn’t easy might be hard to come by but breathing is tough the air is repetition really something hard to do sometimes all it’s worth is a note on the granite the counter shows 30 numbers they don’t get easier, you just get used to it. the stench of love oozes from the air but it’s never there to stay it’s almost like it’s...
every now and then I think about back then I think about your Tennessee eyes and the smile I couldn’t comprehend that was down where the river bends where the bridge twists in the wind I think about your Tennessee face and I am lost again where did I go wrong? when did you move on? when did decide with your Tennessee mind that I was better gone? must’ve been the concourse high where...
in the sun today the leaves were fried scorched and blowing and I tried not to let it go to my head
I've All I Need to Go
everything’s so bitter here and home ain’t in the heart to settle was my mission here but I was failing from the start I’ve explored every canyon every hillside, every road but all my senses tell me I’ve all I need to go I read about Philemon and Paul, and the slave sometimes I think I’m like him and I won’t settle ‘til my grave but the river is wide and...
I just got up, and it’s 3:56 PM. That means it’s 6:56 pm in Cincinnati.
That’s funny to think about.