Sunday, August 8, 2010

the centerpoint of broke love
camels on the promenade
i asked for mezzanine
but here the piss burning the snow
turning to me
lazy eye don't want to see
who would?

pulling flies apart
wings shimmer even as crumbling
fat nasty fingers
dirty torn nails

they were right you know
all of you

what did anyone expect?
not that often
sleeping like death, waiting to disappear
always there's waiting some problem
like that echo

keeping my head empty of thoughts
best that's the way
cept all the room it leaves
empty reverbates
echoing as laughter from a drunk
smelly old sweaty drunk,
things we never asked for
that we dont want
to want
but worse are the echoes
what we saw once on tv
never coming to this part of the world
too small for attention

our wishes
our prayers
folded into small pieces of paper
now we're not hungry
no one can see our swallowed words
no one can laugh
at least not for that.

i don't see was crap

i've missed your writing or really what i mean, could mean, i miss you
of course not - it's an idea, a representation, an image
what else is there?
it's true its rude to eat everything in thailand
food like memories moving in a circle
you know you did wrong when you say "my jeweler" and some one answers and those around know the one to whom you refer.
it's not so much that i care for jewelry but only that friends are, no more
one appetizer, one entree per person, sitting pretty on a lazy susan spinning round
like the sun and the moon sitting across the universe
obscene mountains of food - obscenity like vomit

the most beautiful women i've seen are men but
i never met anyone from Tegucigalpa or Teotihuaca

we don't eat worms all the time
even prettier, speared like rows of sunshine
scorpions and beetles, glazed a beautiful orangey red,
waiting in a line, their bamboo skewers, perfectly parallel
as though waiting for the firing squad

all the way sober,
homesick words flying and others float in eddies,
scaring the spiders inside trying to find
what i feel, what i think that is of no moment
for I am not lined up on a skewer, dripping my orange syrupy glaze

perhaps i need to chew my words a bit longer.
as you lay there with stars above would you wait for me, the other one?
not for that, god knows the complications to run with the devil.
not to be good and not to be be bad but only just to be,
to be alone,
to be alone
with a friend but what is that?
are you? is anyone? i thouhgt i was but then i say i do i say wrong do not and so that's then the end of that.

wandering soft sands of dead crushed beyond any semblance of glorious past coral once nurturing the ocean now trampled as though nothing.
Just another road to nowhere

(rev 9/28)

Friday, August 6, 2010

thank god
someone for buttons
you don't gotta put out there what you wrote
just look later
see what an ass
frosty bitch

lately i
life long short
gone away from me

there's more than one life
even before you kill yourself
or someone else does it for you
would any offer for free
no penalty
no questions asked

however it is
walked away
the rest remains there
for a while
cries and trembles
making quiet screams
gone away from me
the one you might see
so it all looks fine
like a rotten egg
before smashing the shell

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