poem – Page 8 – mattress dungeon

dim bulbs, small village

the problem, alwaysis the diminishing returns& at some point you find yourselfin the wee hours drinking wine &cutting lines to sun kil moonwhile the beautiful ones sleepas if you couldn’t close your own eyesbut you’re hundreds of milesfrom anyone who’s ever really given a shityou could call & get another talkabout worry & your bloodContinue reading “dim bulbs, small village”

words as gas as trees as words

there’s probably an extended metaphorabout a car that can go fast as helland no doubt for long distancesif you don’t mind the constant presenceof alert lights and the frequent dangerof getting pulled over with no licensebut the diminishing returns have hitand my whole thing right now isyou won’t speak clearlythere’s always some part breaking downandContinue reading “words as gas as trees as words”

buried bullets

i’m hiding out no morethan ever before in my lifei have obscured myselfthrough exposurebegging to be discoveredwishing to be found you hear these storiesabout buried starstreasure hiddenin the smallest of townsyou hear these storiesabout dreams in good sleepand we all know it’s rarebut we all thinkwe’re the special onesat least i do so i lieinContinue reading “buried bullets”

m+m 5ever

we’ve had a good runyou and me and these synthsgot this plan in place& a place i’ve planned& plates & planes & pilotswe’ve got no time to spareget me alone i’ll say it again& again & again then againeverything is synthesizedfalse light in false eyesyou want me to fix that?

it’s a great day for nothing

gloomy gloomy outside holy holywe’ve got angels touching downsobbing in their sleep& the whole mountain seemscoated in sweat and vomit and pissat least it’s a break from gravitythe leaf believes in the carrying windthe knot in your tonguewill kill you in the end

rhymes with noose

mess with those country boys& you’ll understand a whole genreof breakup songsmy man done stole my heart& my money& drank both of em awaywe ain’t right for nothinbut yodelayeehooshore is easy to fallin some kinda lovein a golden sunsetin a pine grovein those eyes

girl you need a home

the best place to hide secretsis in plain sightlike this plain sitei couldn’t pay you to readthe secret:i still love youdespite your disinterestglad you’ve found somethingthat can fill your heart maybe somedayi’ll be able to look at youwithout seeing a weapon

cassavetes says he isn’t taking my calls anymore

suppose there’s a point of pointlessnesswhere complaining just puts you inone of those obligating positionsand low-maintenance seems bestbut lo it is lonely waiting againbitches i’m back to havingnothing but some bit partof someone else’s lowlife hearts want what hearts wantwhat hearts want what heartswant what hearts want whatheart wants the consolation kisswhich creates no differencebetweenContinue reading “cassavetes says he isn’t taking my calls anymore”

and we are all dehydrated

i could so effectively eraseevery aspect of my presencenon-tactile and undrinkablewithout giving notice always a warm bed waitingarms to grasp &lungs to gasphair tangled from correspondence made flesh angel singingi am the only one nowi am the only one nowi am the only one now i am the only one now none of this makesContinue reading “and we are all dehydrated”

the comedown

i started writing somethinglast night in bed listening to him breathebut the nature of the thing isyou forget everything you wanted to saylost in the ring of pain in your teethlost in the nausea& the nosebleed i am so angry at peoplewhen they let themselves downwho the fuck are youto throw water on your fireContinue reading “the comedown”