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One of those fucking awful black days when nothing is pleasing and everything that happens is an excuse for anger An outlet for emotions stockpiled An arsenal An armor These are the days when I hate the world Hate the rich Hate the happy Hate the complacent The tv watchers, beer drinkers, the satisfied ones Because I know I can be all those little hateful things and then I hate myself for realizing that There is no preventative, directive, or safe approach for living
We each know our own faith We know from our youth how to be treated and how we'll be received and how we shall end These things don't change You can change your clothes, change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents But sooner or later your old self will always catch up Always it waits in the wings
(Ideas swirl but don't stick. They appear but then run off like rain on the windshield.)
One of those rainy day car rides My head imploded The atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold Walls of gray Nothing good on the radio Not a thought in my head
Be safe I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard that you'll wish you were dead
Let's take life and slow it down incredibly slow Frame by frame Like two minutes that take ten years to live out Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky Metal arms outstretched So much land traveled, so little sense made of it It doesn't mean a thing all this land laying out behind us I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while I'm disgusted with petty concerns - parking tickets, breakfast specials Does someone just have to carry this weight? Abstract topography Methane covenant Linear gospel Ashville saleslady Stagian emmisary Torturous lice Mad Elizabeth
(Keep a better peoples)
The light within me shines like a diamond mine Like an unarmed walrus Like a dead man face down on the highway Like a snake eating it's own tail A steam turbine Frog pond Too-full closet burst open in disarray Soap bubbles in the sun Hospital deathbed Red convertible Shopping list Blow job Death's head Devils dancing Bleached white buildings Memory movements The movie unpeeling, unreeling, about to begin
I've seen your hallway You're a dark hallway I hear your stairs creak I can fix my mind on your yes and your no I'll feel your face today in the sparkling canal All red, yellow, blue-green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection Racing thoughts Racing thoughts all too real You're moving so fast now I can't hold your image This image I have of your face by the window Me standing beside you Arm on your shoulder A catalog of images, flashing glimpses Then dawn again Untethered to this post you've sunk in me Every clear afternoon now I'll think of you up in the air Twisting your heel and your knees up around me My face in your hair You scream so well Your smile so loud Still rings in my ears
Inhibition Distant tied-up longing Clean my teeth Stay the course Hold the wheel Steer on to freedom Open all the boxes Open all the boxes Open all the boxes Open all the boxes
Times Square mid-day Newspaper buildings News headlines going around We watch as they go and hope for some good ones Those tree shadows in the park they're all whistling chasing leaves. Around six pm Shadows across the cobblestones Girl in front of bathroom mirror She's slow and careful Paints her face green, mask-like Like Matisse Portrait with Green Stripe Long shot through apartment window A monologue on top but no girl in shot
The light within me shines like a diamond mine Like an unarmed walrus Like a dead man face down on the highway Like a snake eating it's own tail A steam turbine Frog pond Too-full closet burst open in disarray Soap bubbles in the sun Hospital deathbed Red convertible Shopping list Blow job Death's head Devils dancing Bleached white buildings Memory movements The movie unreeling, about to begin
That was great Yeah? Mine were alright. Wasn't my best one but who cares? That's the spirit...