Untitledwe are in Rome telling the dirt how it murdered its brother.Untitled in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
we are shouting at every historical monument from the books with affection and insult and nobody cares about yesterday.
"he wants to kill himself but he just writes a lot of stories with sad endings. don't talk to him."
i believe in love now. i don't know if i've grown up at all or learned from my mistakes or just lost and lost and lost. i'll write something. i'll write you stories. i'll mean it. i'll run away and never come back. some things never change.
"well the boy was found to have consumed the full body of a small mouse, a penny, broken glass, dirt, whisky... then hanged himself."
i am an abandoned house, i am here, i am still here.
we interrupt this program to denounce innocence"i'm tellin' ya sweetheart,we interrupt this program to denounce innocence in Comedy More Like This
that don't know the difference
between suicide and love
are a fucking riot"
"either way its erotic
-- or grotesque"
"what do you mean
i'm speaking in
i hear that's the first sign
railway songim picking at the scabs on my knucklesrailway song in Free Verse More Like This
and they itch and bleed
and all i want is to get off this damn train.
at the station
i ask a honey eyed junky with decayed teeth for directions and
all i want is to curl up on the train tracks like a cat and sleep
because he's charming
and i'm confused
and theres an abyss at our feet.
we're both going the same way
and i'm younger than i think i am
he's sadder than he seems
and when we part im left wondering if
i should have went home with him.
sidewalk songs, penny dreadfuls and death wishes.the city is asleep, so don't wake it by singingsidewalk songs, penny dreadfuls and death wishes. in Free Verse More Like This
show tunes to pretend you're anywhen but now
lets dream a while -
we're skulking around the abandon places,
ramshackle old secrets and memories
the city has hiding in her alleyways.
maybe we're making love to her,
while pretending not to be doing anything
--- a few days later and
me, with my death wish tucked beneath my tongue
turned my razorblades and rotten luck to my
mouth, trying to dig them out like i knew what i was doing but
i missed and cut up my smile like a
paper doll and
i'm going to tell you i'm a changeling or a demon or a goddamn stray dog
so catch my grin in yellow lamplight and
hold it to your breast as it
turns to a snarl
to devour your heart
oh, don't i love you dearly?-
step onto the street
ghost trains and carnivals and
fist fights with the entire world in
the palm of your hand like
the mouse you killed
because you were too busy giving someone a black eye
to notice it had cu