..Looks LikeI've been stuck at this same platform for hours, trying to decide which train I'm to board...Looks Like in Scraps More Like This
See, there shouldn't be such a problem, it's just that I've never ridden on a train ever before.
To the North there's my own funeral procession, to the South there's everyone else's favorite wedding.
To the East there's the schoolyard and stifled ambition, to the West there's home, with the oh-so captive bedding.
And decisions, they're vile and cheap, they're a way for the big guy to shoot us in our sleep.
Remember you can't read braille, and I'm not trying. You can't force-fail, unless you're already dying.
These incisions, they're smut, but they're deep, they're a way for everyone else to get their shot in, too.
Remember you can't stop hail, but you're still trying. You can't hunt quail, unless you're real good at flying..
..So just put your gun down and let's go back home. And let's get you something warm to drink and some swell company, not the kind that's all about the charity. We both know
how to leave nothing behindhow to leave nothing behind in Scraps More Like This
When you tell her you love her
with your sleepy eyes your lips move
just in the same way as when you say
thank you have a nice day or
what time is it,please? Lately you subtract the meaning from everything , no?
At night when she sleeps with her eyelids
moving convulsively like
flickering flames ,an indication for dreaming
you watch her and imagine an eraser between your fingers and you
wonder if you could edit certain parts of her
mostly the ones that you have distorted. Mostly the moments where you stuck your fingers into her soul like into paint buckets
and drew indications on her face of wrinkles that were
soon to come from all the waiting. Where the sweat and rain would carve themselves into her skin by time. Like dried out river beds.
At night when you suddenly realize that she is
breathing by seeing the bedsheet rise and fall
you recall her the way you first saw her. She was the most
colorfilled creature in this ashgray surrounding and then you
hesitate because the relations cha