skin collision past – 7/3/08

7/3/08 – 9/5/09

skin collision past

hollowed eggs are hatching on brother’s head
blushing cheeks showered with floating shells
the hand that i catch is a brighter red
the hand that i raise, how it turns me pale

swollen tears swallowed by a pavement sea
authority figures look for me
the mess that i made, how it makes me dwell
the hand that i caught wasn’t all that well

my first and hopefully last
skin collision past
falling to the occasion
a means to my evasion
my first and hopefully last

occasion to fall
authority figures call
swallowed by a pavement sea

hollowed eggs are hatching on brother’s head
blushing cheeks showered with floating shells

is a brighter red

late night television – 5/20/08

5/20/08 – 3/26/09

late night television

late night tv melds dreams with reality
rubber band ball of images see me

biting fingernails made of crystal for the calories
i am what i eat so i’ll try to make a man out of me
salt over shoulder and it falls on a snail
does this mean we are going to hell?

no

we could all use the sleep
it’s too late to eat
gray hairs we’re growing

celebrate the sound of eyes pushing out past their lids
the sun’s what makes me sneeze, but i’ll learn to love this allergy
a portal in my pupils formed from staring up far too long
it leads me to beginning song

late night tv; platonic pornography
lately i can see being blind is fine
dreams are just a heart playing awful tricks
have to wait it out for the mother ship

we could all use the sleep
it’s too late to eat
gray hairs we’re growing

no, am i going to hell?
no, i’m not going to hell

we could all use the sleep
it’s too late to eat
gray hairs we grow

cake – 4/27/08

4/27/08

cake

how many cakes must i bake to be your friend?
at what point do you say he’s worth time that i spend?
stomach in knots because of these thoughts
in your head, it’s all in your head
same brain that tells you what’s gold, and what’s red

wait here for the signal
it will reach your mind
chemicals react then
we feel alright

at what point do you say that you love his soul?
after surprises and no lies are you sold?
stomach in knots because of these thoughts
in your head, it’s all in your head
same brain that tells you it’s gold but it’s red

wait here for the signal
it will reach your mind
chemicals react then
we feel alive

psychic china – 3/28/08

3/28/08 – 9/25/08

psychic china

he doesn’t mean to break your china with his mind
he’s lost control but don’t deny he has a soul
if you had one of your own you would know
doctors said it would get better in time
but i know that it is not just an episode
it’s never quite like this at home

he’s not the only one
they’ve tried to cover and hide
they don’t even want
teeth for them to find

now that he’s busted bulbs, chandeliers, and broken bones
they want to lock him up but don’t forget who filled his cup
you filled until it spilled
the question is what was his temperature as a child
but i know that it doesn’t matter how cold he was then
it only matters how warm the blood is on his death bed

he’s not the only one
they’ve tried to cover and hide
they don’t even want
teeth for them to find

don’t forget who fills his cup
you did
don’t forget what warms his blood
you will

zylophone – 2/12/08

2/12/08 – 9/25/08

zylophone

you and i disagree
if xylophone starts with z
but i do so kindly
while turning eyes so blindly
you know i won’t admit
pluto isn’t a planet
but tell me why oh why
not seeing eye to eye on

every anything does not mean
you can call me any and everything in between

not like i could have planned it
rather than stand up, you stand it
maybe it’s how you sweat
not what that erases duets
so much more than a bother
you more than look like your father
but you can’t tie your tie
or tell me why oh why

every anything does not mean
you can call me any and everything in between

oh tell me why oh why
you can’t tell me why oh why

fruit tea – 1/7/08

1/7/08 – 2/28/08

fruit tea

three billion arms swing as microscopic metronomes
they march in unison to pay off their town homes
three billion cubicles work for a face they’ll never meet
they’re riding tricycles while counting three billion sheep
their brains in soft skulls observe three billion more
wondering who’s royalty and who’s meant to hold a door

who is meant to hold?

who’s meant to hold?
i’m told i’m meant to hold until we’re old
just be patient please

bottom of the chain

some find their jesus in a fruity cup of tea
always reheating mine; waiting patiently for me
you’ll confess to them all of your push pin philosophies
make out your checks to a candy necklace rosary
me, i’m of the future but belong far in the past
through time we’ve traveled far; still systems of class
their brains in soft skulls judge three billion more
they say a prayer for me while i hold the door

who is meant to hold?

who’s meant to hold?
i’m told i’ll need you so until we’re old
just be patient please

bottom of the chain

mailman – 12/26/07

12/26/07

mailman

i see your girl in a different light now

the mailman gave me your mail again
with developed photos inside
i saw your girl in a different light
doing things i didn’t think she’d try
there was lipstick on the polaroid
you could tell she had an appetite
but works long; can’t hear the siren song
out of mind out of sight

diamonds can never be constellations
no one can meet an expectation
there’s no other cure for sexual frustration
when mrs. becomes an abbreviation

what’s left to mend?
are you better off friends?

the mailman gave me your mail again
with official documents inside
middleman says cut your life in half
it’s only polite to abide
now your minds a pile of “can you stay for a whiles?”
that never goes anywhere
a real reason to take off that ring
a new search for her fred astaire

diamonds can never be constellations
no one can meet an expectation
there’s no other cure for sexual frustration
when mrs. becomes an abbreviation

what’s left to mend?
are you better off friends?

i see you in a different light now

eva – 12/21/07

12/21/07 – 12/24/07

eva

munich had never seen such a beautiful face
such a gem only falls from outer space
she can only blame heredity
for eyes which mr. wolff would meet
his moustache was funny; a gentleman and a flirt
on no conscience he’d lay them in a garden of dirt

oh eva tell us a story about
how the evil would bite you on the mouth
oh eva was there a glimmer of doubt?
you know these problems work themselves out

while the bodies pile and the single file
she lies naked bathing in sun
he’s less respected while she’s left neglected
two beds never lead to any fun
all and all her heart is for his
while she watches her country come undone
the bride in black no question bites down
now she’s naked in the sun

oh eva they write stories about
how he killed those people too many to count
oh eva was there a glimmer of doubt?
you know these problems work themselves out

my favorites die – 12/2/07

12/2/07 – 12/6/07

my favorites die

do you make it a point to prove every point?
some sort of self-satisfaction
it’s a curious thing and you’re caught in the act and
i’m afraid you’re in the ant farm not the hill
the bigger picture never will
strike you as appealing

your life’s a tragedy you sang to me
of romantic treason
now he’s run away from you
and you’ve run out of reasons
i’m afraid you don’t really want to heal
you’ve grown to expect that we all will
prioritize your feelings

you leave your mouth open wide until you find
the word on your tongue
now the wind’s dried it
oh when you sang it must have stung
i’m afraid your mouth’s become the achilles heel
don’t try to reinvent the wheel
it’s only you that you’re cheating

tell me why my favorites die while they speak
instead of dying while they sleep

spanish & jazz – 10/19/07

10/19/07 – 11/7/07

spanish & jazz

i heard the news
you got some soul
need to let it out

because it’s growing, not frozen, never slowing
help me fill those lungs

navigate that air
it’s on a voyage out
can’t hide it behind that hair
doesn’t matter if it makes you shout

spanish and jazz
talk tongues and twists
yell cursive and jive

is that alright?


i read the news
you had some soul
you let them tear you down

because your graying and they won’t be staying
help me fill those lungs

navigate that air
it’s on a voyage out
can’t hide it behind that hair
doesn’t matter if it makes you shout

spanish and jazz
talk tongues and twists
yell cursive and jive