the sinking ship the grand applause

eight_not_ate @ 2006-09-19T13:28:00

2006-09-19T17:29:04Z

you've wandered off,
eight years old and small,
sweating through the night
a pale dead glow,
leave tv for the radio
leave your dreams safe on your pillow

mom told us january,
she told you nothing scary
would find you in your sleep
we wear pajamas through the day,
twist our covers, run away
made promises to try

red ink and red goodbyes,
i'm leaving you with christmas eyes
and snowfall
a violent snowfall

your monsters came in the second grade,
you switched to sleeping with lights
but then they changed,
you break the night
to be broken by the days

seventeen, now
watching movies on the couch
the last winter in our house
before i moved away,
you have lyndon's jaw,
we have a family secret baring claws
breathing in our dreams

eight_not_ate @ 2006-09-11T23:20:00

2006-09-12T03:21:12Z

hey, to close the past like a book would be just great.

go away.!

beckett

2005-09-12T06:01:41Z

'we slung him across the saddle and set off like an army in retreat, helping each other i suppose, to keep the corpse from falling, to keep the bicycle moving, to keep ourselves moving, through the jeering crowd.'

wine, 11:59

2005-09-01T03:59:19Z

now every ice storm will end the same,

jolene screaming at her own frozen hands//

dear florida

2005-08-16T03:45:26Z

you are in a room with chairs and smoke and two pinball machines, you even have a jukebox (i imagine something slow and sad, moonlit mile maybe) and i only have a basement. you'll call me on your way home but it won't be enough. i know you're drunk in the bathroom now. you will wake up eleven times throughout the night to get rid of the vodka. i'll probably have dreams of winter and wake up ready for high school. i can't understand why this scares me.

i'm stuck in the ice of this town.

2005-07-13T19:14:09Z

your house is a model and i drive past it when i'm alone.
the only way to combat this drowsy year is to wake up and go home
walking south 55,
those days were vivid, cold and alive, they're over now.
lou reed singing empty, sunday morning, praise the dawning,
only new york could understand now
and new york isn't mine.
i fell into the habit
with the ease of believing in anything gradual

i will repeat my rituals until i see you in the city.
i am waiting for you on every bus,
i use the public to protect me from what could be love.
every night i'm downtown with you,
the rain is ghostly and we can't find your car/
every morning is the crowded freeway
and all that i write or send is, like us, halfway ours)

eight_not_ate @ 2005-03-16T17:15:00

2005-03-16T22:15:56Z

there are many things that i would like to say to you, but i don't know how.

kiss and ride

2005-03-14T23:00:10Z

the first time, the second time, let's stop this clock from starting!
(it's 1948, i got suburban eyes)

eight_not_ate @ 2005-03-08T18:12:00

2005-03-08T23:19:13Z

give me something clean like sharp pavement or glass bottles near a window please tell me what to do, finally i know what i want but i don't know where you are

i hate how obvious i've been

2005-02-04T22:25:37Z

i have dreams that you sleep at the wheel and kill us. the best conversation we'd ever had happened an inch from the wall-- i said something like your name and you said nothing. well, it's basically nothing now. it's just like dying quietly.

signals on a line tonight

2004-12-24T21:57:26Z

the room is dark and heavy with what i want to say
i see murals in the radio static and on your blue jeans
what would you say if i asked you to run away?
it's been done so many times i hardly know what it means

just a thought

2004-12-23T08:41:23Z

into her and them and finally back to you again

eight_not_ate @ 2004-12-20T00:17:00

2004-12-20T05:20:34Z

honestly, i miss you.

eight_not_ate @ 2004-11-04T18:26:00

2004-11-04T23:30:31Z

i will listen to beat happening until it can happen again.

eight_not_ate @ 2004-11-02T19:12:00

2004-11-03T00:13:03Z

i want the one i can't have
and it's driving me mad//

eight_not_ate @ 2004-10-17T20:33:00

2004-10-18T00:44:15Z

all i've been thinking all day is 'fever to tell.'

i could at least think of a more deserving line.

eight_not_ate @ 2004-10-14T20:31:00

2004-10-15T00:31:46Z

if only i'd had a knife.

how to pick up publix cashiers

2004-10-14T05:36:31Z

:wait?
::i can't, i have band practice.
:then call me tonight? i'll be nice.
::you are nice-- nice looking!

eight_not_ate @ 2004-10-11T00:06:00

2004-10-11T04:22:17Z

suck my dick, plato.

eight_not_ate @ 2004-10-09T23:11:00

2004-10-10T03:13:43Z

sitting here wishing on a cement floor
just wishing that I had just something you wore
bloody your hands on a cactus tree
wipe it on your dress and send it to me

(let's go on a date)

eight_not_ate @ 2004-10-07T19:08:00

2004-10-07T23:09:03Z

i told a forty year old woman to get in my briefcase today.
i'm really going downhill, i think.

eight_not_ate @ 2004-10-06T11:00:00

2004-10-06T15:00:26Z

it's a short pier it's a long walk--

hey, i'll find you.

eight_not_ate @ 2004-10-05T19:15:00

2004-10-05T23:15:37Z

sick.

white like frank black is

2004-10-05T06:09:56Z

i started this lesson in depravity