she'll get cancer.

she's got everybody talking
in circles, cropped to fit
thigh highs, check the stock and
tell me it's not low, tell me you didn't win.

a lightyear is a unit of distance, not time.

screaming songs
I scream along
irony, talking steep
in the privacy
of conspiracy

Undermedicated, tick tick tick
I watch the back of your eyelids too,
when I don't do
too much
In the privacy of conspiracy

we're already through the looking glass anyway

count seven
count over seven
on your big hands
undulate, over and under
underestimate exhaustion
in sinking sands
what if you were my man?
what if you were my man?

four fingers
i failed that class
but it's raining salt on dry land
my nightmares
fire bibles, motorcycles
no one can wake me like you can.
what if you were my man?
what if you were my man?

the longing,
and the longest winter
may kill off our favorite bands
why seek
when you could quit quitting or beginning?
why wave when you've a number one fan?
what if you were my man?
what if you were my man?

i would never
stitch my name next to yours
although it sounds so nice
on my tongue
well said, steadfast and said and done
but i know you picture me in white

rsvp

i could kinda see you at the cigarette party
weaving through the lovers and lighting everybody
pretentious never looked so sweet

swimming through the haze at the cigarette party
i'm not me when you're around
my black lung when we separate the sounds
see, this is everything to me.

30 feet.

Must you hold her hand like that
the one without the ring?
When the moon wishes she were candles, lights
you're holding onto nothing.

Must you hold her hand like that?
It's blood diamond clear
she's the angel in your snow
all cut up on the mirror

I pity the bones in her fingers
crushed like when she learns
your letting go is not the wind
you're always lit, you always burn

Must you hold her hand like that
for all of thirty feet?
If you don't want them looking
I'd quit looking at me.

lucid

I had a dream I waited it out
and saw your name in candy floss clouds
Every husband in the city
had come face to face
with his promises.
I had a dream you summoned me
I climbed you like an apple tree
our lovers shook hands by the river
longed to be desired once more
and started diving.
I hate the morning.

Miles Davis made a mistake.

I would keep walking
I do not recognize myself
I do not need your tongue
to push it in, point it out.

the lovers.

he said
"I don't think about her enough
to breathe in time
with predictable blue sighs.
when my right brain
wants the wrong thing."

she said
"I don't think I like you enough
to hold my tongue
to let you hold me when we're done
doing the only thing you're
half good for"

I'm sure she's well nice.

sometimes we love all that we shouldn't
write me a record of all that you couldn't
and leave paper hearts in your mailbox
as if to thank
the bills you don't pay

cuz we all know your spine is unravelling, lacking
that sense of desire that's been putting off packing
and swallowing bathwater perfect
never translates right
it's like stress, but you know what that's like

and the blinds
and the snow
hollow you out
so would you come out tonight?
and the talk
set aside
looks like the city does
from where we would hide
but don't you go thinking she
wouldn't be
smaller than yours.

I've got a way of detoxing with acid rain
you got away in your tuxedo cellophane
I'm all loving, but you don't know my g-d
I know sleep talking bliss
psychics and Freud over breakfast

and the blinds
and the snow
hollow you out
so would you come out tonight?
and the talk
set aside
looks like the city does
from where we would hide
but don't you go thinking she
wouldn't be
smaller than yours.
I'm sure she's well nice
but you know that ours would be
smaller than smaller than yours.

jazz

these must be my roots
aren't i to be
poisoning myself
after loving?
but not a spider,
my honey bee
I will be sixteen
I will let this destroy me
these days it doesn't take much
the pipes are cold
it's there should we be out of breath
demolished,
the waves all crash
who am i to be
when you don't belong to me?

fuck the dealer

found you
i found you sweet
likewise, you nodded
but not off
you admit defeat
the ashtray, pass it to me.

they'll write a thesis
on what's going on
thank g-d it's not a tragedy
i'd rather not a love song
so could you please
just pass it to me.

i waited, like a lady should.
and i know i haven't been that good.
if i didn't answer me, i would.
everything ends in G

put you in the mirror

It is said
more oftan than Hail Mary
the most loyal of lovers

after hearts and keys exchanged
start looking like each other

Shame cries
and looks down at my hands
I wish you'd have phoned

and that I didn't kiss elsewhere
you have lovely bones

I always had a light.

When I smoked
in fashions high
a deadly way
to justify
the pendulum
the swirling mess
I don't believe
but still confess
I'm getting more
than I lead on
I paint myself
a drowsy fawn
I wrote it down
but never said
I'd meet your mother,
wash your dreads

You Should Stay.

Everytime the terror names
of warm or sleeping cities
swim off your drunken tongue
and into the smoke
like fairies on ketamine
or a victory,
I want to catch them on mine
so they can hibernate
in my veins, too
I think I hate the thought
of you leaving town without me.

but what we need.

I want to pull his hair
I want to stand beside him and compare our heights
His bed may not be so cold
but I'm not throwing rocks at night.
I want to feast on him
I want to cut him open and touch inside
and since you went and left town,
I'm not sure what's wrong or right.
so I'll talk to you later.
My red hands are a little tied.