come mid-januarymy hand stays pressed against my face as my ears and eyes wander. my eyes quickly lose their way.More Like This
i dont know what im starting at, i think nothing.
what am i thinking of?
my empty chest?
my hollow pockets?
lost loves or my impending homelessness?
maybe i should make my way back to the city?
i would like nothing more than a mundane job that forces me to bum-rush bars every weekend in order to keep [my sanity &] a small rundown apartment, rooming it with a guitar and a typewriter and more ashtrays then one knows what to do with. i can soar the streets and the underground like a bird returning from migration, jealous of the pigeons who got to stay... but how long til nature forces me away again?
maybe youll see me there.
maybe ill be on my way to work or running some errands with a coffee or a chocolate keeping my hands warm. ill probably spill it all over my lap and on my books. ill do my best not to cry cause it was my last few bucks and my last pair of clean jeans, but
ill embrace your feelfading motorcycle roars break the silence and chill of a nippy fall's night. tearing through the thoughts, moans and fears of lost souls in search of one another. tearing through the assumptions and through the facts, then eating up all information that remains. playgrounds full of hoodlums cough and vomit over tattered fences and burning Jeeps in hopes for a content feeling or atleast a lack of feeling.More Like This
wipe your prints from the box of matches.
i wipe the juices from my lips and find myself in the orange of an old ally.
ill try not to think of you, but ill embrace the feel of you.
ill contemplate how close i was to [both] death and intercourse in that single moment.
uncertainty, she entangles us all.
you sound like fear and longing.
you taste like rum and apples.
lavender town[tongue ties and pumpkin pies]covered in dusk the town breathes heavy.More Like This
she paces, she counts.
fall is certainly among us and all that is everything shifts accordingly. i see smog and slight chills. i see fights and collections of joyous bodyheat. eggnog pours and seasonal TV specials begin their consistently ill-timed cycle.
a small, rusty skyline overlooks our lives and actions, for what did and didnt happen ill pause.
itll cross my mind everytime i put on my fall sweater.
this town is so lavender .
crave your craft out of stone.te lleveo conmigoMore Like This
no matter the time, no matter the place.
the circumstances dont stand a chance so please stop scaring me.
i watch the conception of art and birth of catharsis, and wonder if im atleast granted the honor of eating the placenta.
i have my chords and unspoken words but what does that add up to, and does it outweigh the pros of suicide?
yell it from the smallest window in the tallest building the city has yet to rise. surround yourself by only the most elegant of scents and bullshit your way to the top.
beat the love out of you, lover. so that you can verify.
crave your craft out of stone.
yell it so [that] they hear you, do it so [that] they believe you.
little did i knowwhat do you do when you see the most beautiful girl in new york city on the bus?More Like This
what do you do about her lack of smile or company?
i know nothing of you, you could be the wretchest wretch to wretch them all but the way your hair rests on your chest suggests otherwise. devendra banhart whispers into my ear otherwise. the moon and clouds and the rythem of my watch tell otherwise. theres a story in those eyes and i like my women with some color. i swim daily through the copycats and killers, but as biology teaches they reach their peak and begin to die out[, to level out.], this is the point in which the predator strikes. the point in which the prey prays, and i can't help but look to my side.
let us dream together, we can slip and creep and i'll teach you the language of my people, and i'll be fine if all you do is howl.
and on this bus full of drunkening adolescents, there is only you.
i smell the teenage night perfectly.
so i'll roll passed my old skate spots, my first "love's" house
They'll Just Never StopLets go golden tanMore Like This
Fluidly down the squishy
Glossy, Don't go up.
GO Blow That Glow
Straight up the fog
High on my heart.
Don't Bluff the Puff
Grow greatly up there
You love me, huhh?
Pink purple bluer black
Curly cue straight up
No blue for you.
Speckle, Hear that crackle
Got that correct right
Top of the bottom.
the sound of rusted church bellsbehind the church, one by the name of god was found again, but this time it was not your god. nor her god, nor his god... under the tree and atop the fence the encounter was brief and unkind, yet rewarding and informative.More Like This
here comes my outro, i hear the ques and the stage actors. all in place.
and as i work out the kinks in all my existstances i realize that acting worked in layers.
through working vocabularic erubux cubes and mental minesweep, the encounter had its purposes; some met, some lost and some overlooked. all continue to exist and are in play, im just trying to find the grid.
Sympatico"You think you're going to live forever, kid,More Like This
Cashing your heart in your tongue so clean and restorated?
My love was never promised you to be a lifeline,
Just another book you claim or seem to read so well.
There won't be any silver screen in the fallout of the endtimes;
We'll both be running for our lives when the payoff comes out.
Climbing ladders won't cure your eyes of close-sightedness,
You're still seeing the leaves and thinking they're trees.
So, please, just breathe. Sit on the grass; let apples fall in your lap,
Down to earth where someone made us brother and sister once,
And rest the wealth of your tongue in a pocket poorer than your mouth.
Let your laughter lighten us when the lightning cracks all around."