LOOSE TALK

My love it’s on the moors,
it’s in the drunk tank.
It’s in the hoarsest voice of the morning.
My love, you can’t divorce,
you made that mistake
of thinking I’m a grave like you are,
a slave like you are.

Woke up, I’m spitting mad,
I’m spitting chemicals.
I’m a sidewalk Pollock, an alcoholic.
Woke up outside your door,
I heard you screaming.
It’s the strangest feeling,
like layers pealing off

And all this loose talk
All this loose talk…

And I hope you didn’t think
that I was serious.
Hope you didn’t think that I was serious.
My love at best is only curious.
And I hope you didn’t think
that I was serious.

My love, it’s on the moors,
it’s in the drunk tank.
It’s in the hoarsest voice of the morning.
My love, you can’t divorce,
you made that mistake
of thinking I’m a grave like you are,
a slave like you are.
But I’m not.

PHONEBOOK

Wave from the overpass,
he’s radiant with failure.
People on the bus say
he glows like he’s pregnant
with the silhouette of a dead star.

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Trust me, trust me, trust me,
I’m the only friend you’ve got.

Absent, absent, absent,
from the phonebook, from the frontline.
It’s been a long, long day.
One long day, one long day,
full of silent defeats.
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Don’t cry, baby, we’re just leaves.

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MASONRY

Don’t get it mixed up
with some half-ass quote.
Some rambling suicide note.
“I loved you in these times,
in these times.”

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In the dark bars and parked cars,
pixilated hands around your throat.
Spinning wheels make us feel
we’re going nowhere,
maybe there is nowhere to go.

A subtle symphony of sympathy.
A low-grade infection.
Don’t let it chop you into labeled parts,
your own vivisection.

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The masonry between us
runs in patterns,
stones are driven into place.
Cracks along the structure
show themselves as water
leaking from your face.

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No where to go
I wish your love was enough.

FULL OF LIFE

Drunken in the kitchen
and I’m waiting for a sign from God.
An explosion, a telegram,
anything but a goddamn job.
Let the oven take the chills
and the ache from my bones.
Let the fumes paint delusions
with religious overtones.
I’m so full of life that I’m at wit’s end,
and you’ll never see me again.

I once had a vision,
a vision full of knives and eggs.
And the car in which I rocketed,
the wheels became my legs.
And I felt the true velocity,
although I’m sitting still,.
And I felt the knives and fiberglass,
crouching for the kill.
There’s no escaping collision my friends,
and you’ll never see me again.

Tears of joy, Los Angeles…
You’ve never be abandoned…
Fear and voids and handsomeness…
Steel and noise and handsomeness…

You love me, you’re lucky.
I’m the great saint that you’ve ever seen.
From the faithful to the wastrels
and all the cowards in between.
Let the faithless fill the churches,
all lizards to the teeth.
Let the fat and dull-eyed lurches,
tread heavy in the streets,
cause I’ve got no use
for family and friends,
and you’ll never see me again.

LET IT GO

I’ve gone feral ‘tween these four walls,
paper ladies caterwaul down the fire escape,
through yellowed drapes.
Think they hated you then,
with you lice and your vices.
You ain’t got a feather’s chance now.
On the chemical wind
blowing over Olympic back down again
to the bodies on the street.
Tried to write you a line
but poetry’s only for the times
you can’t fuck or drink up, or drink up.

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Let it go, baby.
What are you saving yourself for anyway?

Love me ‘tween these four walls
if only in portions.
We’re drinking again
through fights and abortions
my lonely love, come sit on the floor.
You’re the only one left
who still thinks that I’m funny.
These words are so worthless.

You can’t keep the rats outside.
We’ll dance to the horror.

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A WHALE’S DEATH

Sleepwalking to Ohio,
called on the cautions codeine life.
Curled up inside my suburbs,
it followed me there.
God, you’d make a good mirror.
You’d make God a good mirror.
Refract the frantic headlights
to place where… to places where…
Maybe I’ll be famous or….

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I’ll die a whale’s death,
under my own weight.

You say you’ve got no choice.
Trouble trembling in you voice.
Tomorrow’s but a theory
dreamed up by now.
Schlep from your house in reverse.
Everyday’s an empty universe.
Never left you all of me but
I never left you alone.
Don’t leave me alone.
Maybe I’m you trapdoor…

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Maybe absence is my gift…

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DISTANCE

I see so many cars with no spaces in-between.
They snake through the mountains,
they floe to the streets.
Their light gives no heat in an infinite stream.
My distance from them, your distance from me.

Cold dark star in a frozen sea,
hangs on a wire from a hand unseen.
Its light gives no heat like a television screen.
My distance from earth; your distance me.

Caught in a feeling…
Further and further you distance from me…