I want to drive to Chicago,Sufjan Stevens singing about his mistakes(you know, in his “Chicago”)quoting “He had it coming!”(from the hit musical “Chicago”) and i want to stand on a stagetelling the world how much you mean to meknowing,bittersweet,no matter how well i projectthe words may never passunburdened by electric translationstraight from my lipsto your …
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Untitled #150 (2015)
for all the push,for all the better,for all the good I’ve done me. at night when I long for someone else’s touch I turn over, tired.
Untitled #146 (2015)
I’m toe-tappin’ to fantasy,uptempo a bit,for the dance of it, but I, I, I just don’t know,if I’m standin’ aisle-side,or sittin’ in the pews.
Untitled #148 (2015)
distance is just an obstacle, Dead-Beat, Irredeemable. Kasia, Buckwheat, Purity. words keep winding wildtossing their sneakers at the porchlosing socks ‘n shorts ‘n shirts ‘n the restuntil they stand stark, naked, alone,cowing the rest of thought into silence. distance is just an obstacle. neither of us knows just how long we’ve been …
Untitled #15 (2014)
The low winds moan,and I’ve not yet taken off my coat,‘cause we’re young, love,and poor,the house has drafts,the heat’s on low,but while the frost is beatin’ at the windows, love,we’ve got these mile-high blankets,these mounds of pillows ‘n fabric crags,comforter caves and little whistlin’ holes to the outside world. Beneath those …
Untitled #142 (2015)
hold me close, and lie to me;tell me everything is going to be alright. I’m tired. My chest hurts. Been working,some kind or other,going on sixteen hours now.‘n it’s true that sleep is comin’ on,but it’s work on the other side. there’s no sabbath when you need money this badly.time is money,rest is …
Untitled #143 (2015)
just playing with sentence shapes.
Untitled #145 (2015)
it’s a bit like jumpin’ ship, ain’t it? there ain’t a bone in your bodyachin’ *for* the drink,but here we arestandin’ on railprayin’ the wake ain’t hidin’ danger. but it ain’t like we’re strangerto fixin’ problems,‘n sometimes you jump.
Untitled #14 (2014)
For five years now,it’s been “I don’t know”in staccato refrain. well like G.R. Martin says,“Winter is coming”‘n I ain’t for facin’ the cold alone. Five years,I been sayin’ the “I don’t know”s,and five years since I’ve had any ideas,but the bridges are icing median first,and the frost is gnawingat the snowmelt green lawns,and that Mississippi’s …
Untitled #140 (2015)
there’s no vigil you can stand,that will make this any easier. leave that insomniac post,and get what you really need. there’s a sunset tinged road in your future,you can taste it.nothing left,nothing left to worry about. morning will come. sunrise is sure. build from that.
