paper accordions, paper heartssing me a songpaper accordions, paper hearts in Free Verse More Like This
about how i make your insides shrivel like prunes,
about how i make your outsides wish for surgery,
about how i make your nosides become yessides.
sing me a song
about how you dream of Me,
about how you dream of We,
about how you dream of You
trading places with a teacher
and redefining pronouns A-Z.
(redefining vowels I-U)
sing me a song
about how we dance on typewriters,
about how we smash our keyboards,
about how we confuse plastic pianos
for claviers, confuse fingers for choirs,
confuse lovesongs for record players.
(any other genre of "players" as well)
sing me a song
about how you lost your voice
serenading your heart to your
soulmate. about how you got
laryngitis standing outside his
window in the below-freezing.
sing me a song until i'm deaf.
peeling bandages, platonic skyThere were no stars in Vegaspeeling bandages, platonic sky in Free Verse More Like This
until I found you.
Alas, there are other stars
in the sky. Brighter stars,
maybe. But I like my star,
what used to be my star
before we both
poetry won't change your mind.everyone knows hollywood plays favourites. everything must be cinematic and over-the-top. and we all know that histrionic duo everyone thinks belong together because oh, i don't know, maybe they're adorable when they make out. or something.poetry won't change your mind. in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
we all see them. they're like that perfect western movie: the daring hero whisks the capable damsel off to onceuponatime land, and the jester (the fading character with little or no importance to the main plot) just sits there and takes it like the fool he's scripted to be.
she's the one everyone wants; the one nobody can get. he's the bard, the cowboy, the knight in shining armour. she's the one to complete him; he could complete her. he's willling to change if she's willing to open her arms, her heart. from menageries, to theatres, to each other's cosy homes. now everyone, say awhhhh.
she's reckless and daring: his ideal queen.
blowing my nose in scar tissuei am swimming in your ice-cold hips,blowing my nose in scar tissue in Free Verse More Like This
swinging from the crevice of your spine
which just so happens to peel like an orange
or lemon or other fucking citrus fruit;
but the aftertaste of your tongue
matches the clichéd arsenic dancing
in your ice-cold tea--lemon flavored, naturally,
your second favorite only to skin-flavored
(but only when that skin isn't mine)
could this get any more ironic?
could i get any more pathetic?
could you get any more erratic?
could we get any more rehearsed?
could this get any fucking worse?
well, we are the world's best actors,
but this script is neither big enough,
nor important enough for the both of us,
and i'm the more charming one
so guess which one gets to stay?
with you around, who needs a cast anyway?
i'm lucid dreaming while awakeDear My Psychokinetic Boy:i'm lucid dreaming while awake in Free Verse More Like This
Let's learn astral projection
in ninety days. I'll be in Las
Vegas, and you'll be in San
Diego, but every night we'll
meet in my dreams. You'll
karate chop the monsters,
protect me from banshees
and incubi, bubble wrap us
in energy forcefield shields.
Let's learn teleportation
before the twentyninth,
your halfbirthday. Then
we could see each other
whenever you'd start to
miss me or whenever I'd
start to miss you. Or to
kiss your lips goodnight.
Brickbreaker: yes, another rapMattress martial artsBrickbreaker: yes, another rap in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
King of Pillow Hearts
Bedsheet combat starts
My punchlines and kickdrums
Could beat Chuck Norris' ass
beat the rhythm out Bruce Lee
knock the Chinese out Jackie Chan
I'm good for your body
Call me Dr Pilates
Fiercer than karate
Know you like em extra naughty
So don't go tryna stop me
And don't go tryna top me
Cause I'm a first class hottie
And a little bit haughty
I don't even have to try
I stay fly till I die
Or maybe I'm wax lyrical
Actin' all satirical
Pretend this is a miracle
Empirical ? Illogical.
I'll render you inaudible
As if this was impossible
I make Eminem's jokes look like they came from a Popsicle
I crack rhymes so sick they belong in a hospital
Tear your hair follicles; rearrange your particles
Smash you in the monocle
And since I'm on a roll,
You get less double D's than an honour roll
The dancefloor's on fire, better stop, drop, and roll
Strobe lights, fist fights goin' out of control
If I die tonight, it's cause I ain't got
why all psychics are cheaters:loving you--why all psychics are cheaters: in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
battleship with a
always miss you; i
miss you more.
why do i
play games i know i'll
always lose ?
because i'm playing
implanting signs in your head,yet you're the brain-washing machineimplanting signs in your head, in Free Verse More Like This
with no (blow)dryer
& i'm always out,
& i'm always out-of-order
& i'm always out of your mind
& i'm always out of purpose
& i'm always never in
politics and nonsense and andsI was King of the Psychopaths:politics and nonsense and ands in Free Verse More Like This
Mussolini and I crashed dozens
of parties full of technoblasting
stereos, hard liquor, neonlights,
dirty lingerie, and graverobbers.
We broke every law of physics-
we defied gravity, split an atom,
defied the spacetime continuum
with our heads hanging over my
fireplace, sparing seven minutes
as we returned to 1850 to throw
a banquet with the Roman Gods.
I am not an ampersand I am not
a run-on sentence I am not your
best lover I am not your lover at
all I am not anybody's lover I am
not missing punctuation I am not
missing my eyes I am not missing
you I am not missing dead Italian
dictators during target practice--
There shall only be one truth It is:
nobody makes me happier but you
changing your dress or addressi sent you my love,changing your dress or address in Free Verse More Like This
with a big fat fucking
ugly stamp on it.
RETURN TO SENDER
i guess my love wasn't enough.
maybe i should have bought you
a better ego or pair of sunglasses
you'd only wear once. new clothes
to match this month's persona. oh,
aren't you fashionable? my fashion
of intricate packaging love letters
with pretty ritzy glitzy glitter
and a cathartic bow on top.
laced with ribbon. purple.
no, no, no. TRY AGAIN.
maybe the mail glitched?
i re-sent you my love.
correction: i resent you, my love