Three Poems (January 20, 2012. Issue 34.)
Fair is Fair
Over the past year, the moments looked me in the eye
I tried to focus my pupils on the figures surrounding them
But the blur only spread into my ears
Now, these songs follow me around
While the incredible muses that they're written about
Are just figments of my clouded memory
"And you can have all the poems"
Betcha
tired of pickin meat off them bones
with dull teeth every meal
sharpen up your syntax for show
cause my ears are aglow
mumblin bout the rumblin in our stomach muscles
what's the fuss about?
the house is tumblin,
crumblin down with feral fuckin
mumblin mouths
blasphemous blouse
you're blinkin slow
you're telepathic telephone is ringin off the hook
the books youre burnin
learn to take it slow
so sway with troubled tremolo
and craft your clammy chemicals
slip beneath the gorgeous gaze
eat your mana, learn to pray
break my teeth, i'll crack a smile
scratch my throat, i'll walk a mile
cut the strings and bruise your wrists
twist your tendons, crack your ribs
i dont see stars
i see shots in the dark
i notice i am spinning
and i turn inside out
yeah, i blame myself
but i blame everyone else as well
what's fair is fair is fair is fair is fair is fair is fair
right?
too goddamn bright with no source of light
extras in black & white movies
nervous little blood cells
black out the details
comradery with dirt handled junkies
old ingrown thought beams
spilled mantras on torn jeans
porcupine calligraphy slate
ambled through the autumn
all the doctrines that i taught
oh, its not a diagram i debate
i'll hold my breathe and watch you writhe any day
i see and hear everything i know
a fraction late
but no one ever notices
due to their own delay
Headache
when you start to grow moss on your southern bark
makin doe-eyed doll face children walk for miles
while the highway isnt in six acres of your forest fog
who you long for longs for me for long tree branches
substances sucked bone dry
lotus lashes
and then there's that bashful black top
on a bashed in black top
these walls are a dam holdin back the water dammit
admission to the funeral folly falls far from frail
would you like to drink up your existential cocktail?
or mediate on a peacock feather?
it'll make your head spin
i wanna tangle weird wires down our spine
i wanna snake wrap ravel around your waist
i want you to grab my skull and shake me at the moon
spill my eyes on each milky curve as your pour out on the floor
we'll be two mirrors swirlin in the water reflecting how the water swirls around us
you talk about spirals like you have an idea what youre getting into
we are both clueless, no one's gonna fill us in
but we'll learn our lesson and drink down our poison
stare long into it, it'll make your head spin
my teeth are all rotten
and my tongue is cotton
there's some crimson static in them ivory o's
i swim through some ghost rings
slow motion movies
my cup is half empty and it overflows
i look out for ursa minor
sittin in an eternal diner
its a harsh reminder that there's silence still
in a smoke break montage
there's a gargoyle in the garage
and all that hodge podge for some powdered pills
youre such a headache
such a headache, darlin
and i never
get in the way |