Author: Cody Swann

12/15/13 11:13am – 12/31/13 1:16pm

all boys iii
(stretching bubble gum while they kneel)
(not to be continued..but it was)

all boys wanna be the perfect lover
they more than read my lips when taking notes
all boys wanna see is covered
puddles where i walk by laying coats

but i, i am not about that
bat eyes; my lids were made to bat

all boys wanna treat me like their sister
by making me feel one in the same
all boys wanna see mrs. and mister
by taking me straight to their last name

but i, i am not about that
bat eyes; my lids were made to bat

all boys wanna see to it they hold me
but don’t have me for the more there is
all boys wanna undo what they told me
about what’s mine also being his

but i, i am not about that
bat eyes; my lids were made to bat
for i wasn’t put here to kneel (talk) at

12/15/13 11:13am – 2/8/21 3:33am (12/29/13 2:47pm)

all boys
(in giving this to her i would be saying i’m giving up)
(divided by my crossroads)

all boys wanna be my lover
but read my lips without taking notes
all boys wanna do is cover
puddles where i walk by laying coats

but i, i am not about that
bat eyes; eye lids were made to bat
for i was put here to talk at

not to be continued..

11/19/13 6:56am – 11/26/13 7:09pm

genuine waking thought
(off by a season)

“today is september thirteenth”,
was his genuine waking thought
but once reality (intermission) set in
he learned his mental clock was not

he was only off by a season
by a sixty-seven day difference
a trip back through already happened
through a state of total made sense

“sure am glad i wrote all that down”,
was his second genuine thought
but in his dreams was where he’d wrote
what by then he had long forgot

and in its place playing were the dreamed girls laying
on white sheets with a warning two months too late
the two of them fading were quoted as saying,
“more and more disappears the longer you wait”

11/15/13 11pm – 11/16/13 12:12pm

dragging blender days

we’re having trouble telling blender days apart
where it is one ends and where it is the next starts
we’re hoping we can punctuate these run-on days
with the secrets they have kept hidden in their gaze

and now that we’re sincerely dragging blender days
away from the way our tails usually wag
it seems to me even so in so many ways
the blender days before were never more a drag

10/28/13 3:28am – 11/13/13 4:30pm

cherry flavor on top
(ill riding crop)

could you pretty please pass me a cough drop?
no reason..it’s not like i’d like it to stop..
spare it if you can so the subject might drop
this cold hasn’t shown any sign of a stop
just a tightened grip on an ill riding crop
could you pretty please with cherry flavor on top
spare me these hoops through which you’re having me hop
and get to the point that is found at your top
before it’s mid-november before i stop?

10/27/13 4:54am – 11/18/13 2:31am

of house paint
(the husband without a spouse)

okay i get it i got it good day
you treat them as if you’d took in a stray
they live with you; you don’t live with they
where black and white house paint won’t mix to grey
there no matter what the color will stay
where inside of four walls you too will stray
there you’ll grow old, but hair never will grey
where like owner like home is what they will say
of house paint and owners that never will grey

i can see you growing old in that house
still the husband without a spouse
still set in your ways too late to grey
the color the only one to stay
unable to keep even a stray
with no home to show for all that house

10/26/13 4:58am – 5:20am
– 11/2/13 4:25pm

the tourists win again
(davey’s house)

what i’m saying is: 
the memory alone just won’t do
so i had to make this 
to take this all away from you
a written token taken 
to help remember you by
the tourists win again 
with souvenirs all held up high

like your high ceiling 
that eventually would have fade
forever from my mind 
but now it’s as if i had stayed
like your sewing station 
and props of the past all around
like our own language 
of coughing that is the only sound

like your portrait paintings 
with artist and subjects unknown
like your girlfriend for the moment 
still unmet until shown
like your light that’s better left on 
and food that’s been left out
like your rug made for us 
without a shadow of a doubt

like your bath drawing 
while i hold my piss and peace out here
like your stick of gum i still chew 
that kept me up to steer
i’m taking them all home with me
smiling from ear to ear
with them held up high 
as more a trophy than souvenir

10/7/13 2:12pm – 12/12/13 11:44pm

c.l. swann
(a son of present iii)

it may be my first name,
but it won’t be my last
as far as i’m concerned
the past is in the past
no more to me am i cody
i am c.l. he’s history
making wind behind my sails you’ll see
my initials are the mast

9/29/13 3:04pm – 10/2/13 2:23pm

accidental waterbed III
(lose this day iv)
(the pillow with high tide)
(take drool as a sign to lose sleep)

on his way back to petting their wool
he landed his eye ball in a pool
of what’s turned out to be his own drool

on his bed his wet had not yet dried
where he last hit the pillow with high tide
napping away to lose this day inside

in his mind his wet that disturbed sleep
turned the corner of his mouth to keep
him from counting their three billion sheep

in his wildest dream he’d never leap
if puddles said jump no matter how deep
awake he’ll take drool as a sign to lose sleep

on his case now is little bo peep
for letting wool be lost with his lost sleep
if he would she could adopt his sheep

in his case he would if she could sleep
buts that not the case in the case of peep
if nursery rhymes dreamt he’d donate his sheep

on his word he swears this to the creep
tucking him back in to go back to sheep
with a blanket she knit him herself to sleep

on his watch he won’t be made a fool
over his wet eye he’s going to pull
up what’s turned out to be made of wool

9/27/13 7:20pm – 11/2/13 12:33am

suckers not swallowing gum
(juicing life)

he wouldn’t be doing himself any favors
denying himself the couple calories earned
by spitting out gum just because of lost flavors
when chewing itself amounts to calories burned

sure it will sit a brick in his stomach ten years
to him that’s money’s worth worth kissing the cashier
to not squeeze the life out of life is what he fears
and suckers not swallowing gum bring him to tears

he is juicing life as if life itself were made
from the lemons it gave him to make lemonade
in a pool of labors of fruit is where he’ll wade
pruned misreading the scale on which all fruit are weighed
forever unconcerned with tasting where he’s stayed
for the calories that count down his gum’s decade