Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Nameless

I start to recover from this strange estate
I played piana late in the dawn
The neighborhood was crawling wild
All onehundredninetyone

Mother, hand me another checker board
On frothy plains of ice on welt
Develope envelopes on cyanotype
And sleep in seams of denim and felt

The blistery day makes great escape
With wordsmiths working at the anvil
Your smoke makes my red eyes close tight
I fall in and out a prison cell

If tempted though your vices be
My blackened chicken lungs shall pass
On this your nameless eponymy
My dark fantasia much too vast

Friday, August 05, 2005

smug boy

This place is a very nice place
So you can wipe that look right off of your face
I've seen far worse than this
Though our relationship, now that's a mess
You say you loved me once
But it did you no good, it did you no good
And you're just the same, you're just the same
As everyone