the sinking ship the grand applause

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 17:29:04 GMT

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

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 03:21:12 GMT

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

go away.!

beckett

Mon, 12 Sep 2005 06:01:41 GMT

'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

Thu, 01 Sep 2005 03:59:19 GMT

now every ice storm will end the same,

jolene screaming at her own frozen hands//

dear florida

Tue, 16 Aug 2005 03:45:26 GMT

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.

Wed, 13 Jul 2005 19:14:09 GMT

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)

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 22:15:56 GMT

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

kiss and ride

Mon, 14 Mar 2005 23:00:10 GMT

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

Tue, 08 Mar 2005 23:19:13 GMT

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

Fri, 04 Feb 2005 22:25:37 GMT

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

Fri, 24 Dec 2004 21:57:26 GMT

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

Thu, 23 Dec 2004 08:41:23 GMT

into her and them and finally back to you again

Mon, 20 Dec 2004 05:20:34 GMT

honestly, i miss you.

Thu, 04 Nov 2004 23:30:31 GMT

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

Wed, 03 Nov 2004 00:13:03 GMT

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

Mon, 18 Oct 2004 00:44:15 GMT

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

i could at least think of a more deserving line.

Fri, 15 Oct 2004 00:31:46 GMT

if only i'd had a knife.

how to pick up publix cashiers

Thu, 14 Oct 2004 05:36:31 GMT

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

Mon, 11 Oct 2004 04:22:17 GMT

suck my dick, plato.

Sun, 10 Oct 2004 03:13:43 GMT

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)

Thu, 07 Oct 2004 23:09:03 GMT

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

Wed, 06 Oct 2004 15:00:26 GMT

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

hey, i'll find you.

Tue, 05 Oct 2004 23:15:37 GMT

sick.

white like frank black is

Tue, 05 Oct 2004 06:09:56 GMT

i started this lesson in depravity