Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
and who can forget.....
which is apparently now an ibook over at itunes.
how ifucking odd.
(excellent cover art by rebecca etter!)
Monday, September 19, 2011
keeping score
small hope like sunlight on
shimmering treetops, like a sky the color
of luminous dust
take the silence you’ve been given
hold it close to your heart
the children are tired of despair, are tired
of starvation, of revolution,
and so what are you going to do?
how far are you willing to crawl in a
desert of your own creation?
if i were a liar, i would tell you
there can be no wrong answers
if i were honest, i would turn away
do you remember the
life you had before?
do you remember the ocean?
i am a believer in easy escapes,
in walking away from pain and sorrow
i take comfort
in the gentle haze of distance
i find despair
around every corner
open your eyes, for christ’s sake
shimmering treetops, like a sky the color
of luminous dust
take the silence you’ve been given
hold it close to your heart
the children are tired of despair, are tired
of starvation, of revolution,
and so what are you going to do?
how far are you willing to crawl in a
desert of your own creation?
if i were a liar, i would tell you
there can be no wrong answers
if i were honest, i would turn away
do you remember the
life you had before?
do you remember the ocean?
i am a believer in easy escapes,
in walking away from pain and sorrow
i take comfort
in the gentle haze of distance
i find despair
around every corner
open your eyes, for christ’s sake
Sunday, September 04, 2011
4th of july
90 degrees by ten in the morning, dirty
silver sky and you were telling me i
was nothing and i was watching you bleed
i was a believer in
time and in distance
in failure
house smelled of decay, of brutal heat and
damp corners and we were waiting for the
parade with our flags in tatters
we were writing letters to the dead and
dreaming of answers that would never arrive
dog was chained to a
tree and starving to death
child playing at the edge of the road and
i was crawling across the bedroom floor
was looking in the other direction
when i heard someone call my name
looked back and the child was gone
silver sky and you were telling me i
was nothing and i was watching you bleed
i was a believer in
time and in distance
in failure
house smelled of decay, of brutal heat and
damp corners and we were waiting for the
parade with our flags in tatters
we were writing letters to the dead and
dreaming of answers that would never arrive
dog was chained to a
tree and starving to death
child playing at the edge of the road and
i was crawling across the bedroom floor
was looking in the other direction
when i heard someone call my name
looked back and the child was gone
Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 04, 2010
tentative notes from the village of dust
not sleeping and not
breathing and instead she is found
in a suitcase at the bottom
of a lake
the rules of war are spelled out
in blood and in shit across
the bedroom walls of
all your lovers
it’s okay, you see
you can laugh
in the face of atrocity
you can eat the
ashes of witches
cut holes in the
body of the christ child
bask in the glory of whatever
dim light shines through
breathing and instead she is found
in a suitcase at the bottom
of a lake
the rules of war are spelled out
in blood and in shit across
the bedroom walls of
all your lovers
it’s okay, you see
you can laugh
in the face of atrocity
you can eat the
ashes of witches
cut holes in the
body of the christ child
bask in the glory of whatever
dim light shines through
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Saturday, July 18, 2009
high
december, january, and all of
the ordinary horrors
sixteen year-old girl drowns her
newborn baby in the toilet
box full of maps
room full of nothing
tried to sustain my anger,
but i couldn’t
there were bills that
needed to be paid
small dogs crawling on their
bellies through shit & filth
potholed roads
you want to drive to the ocean
but can’t get past the hills
it’s a joke told by a man whose
eyes have been gouged out
you laugh with him
or you laugh at him
you find the body in a landfill
flowers push up through
the bones of forgotten saints
all of our darkest dreams
make perfect sense in the
bitter grey light of day
the ordinary horrors
sixteen year-old girl drowns her
newborn baby in the toilet
box full of maps
room full of nothing
tried to sustain my anger,
but i couldn’t
there were bills that
needed to be paid
small dogs crawling on their
bellies through shit & filth
potholed roads
you want to drive to the ocean
but can’t get past the hills
it’s a joke told by a man whose
eyes have been gouged out
you laugh with him
or you laugh at him
you find the body in a landfill
flowers push up through
the bones of forgotten saints
all of our darkest dreams
make perfect sense in the
bitter grey light of day
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
was kissed by ghosts, was weeping
find the ocean just inches
below the desert's surface &
then wait for rain
this is the kingdom of false prophets
these are the bones of old lovers
no one here
wants to be your friend,
but being an enemy has value
too
wars cannot be fought
without cowards
children cannot be raped
without the cold embrace of priests
what matters isn't the truth,
but how pretty the
lies can be made to sound
what matters is power
the shame of being poor is a gift
given freely by the rich
houses built by the hands of
beggars can only fall
you will stand naked in
the ruins of everything you've
never owned and wait like a dog
for the kindness of strangers
below the desert's surface &
then wait for rain
this is the kingdom of false prophets
these are the bones of old lovers
no one here
wants to be your friend,
but being an enemy has value
too
wars cannot be fought
without cowards
children cannot be raped
without the cold embrace of priests
what matters isn't the truth,
but how pretty the
lies can be made to sound
what matters is power
the shame of being poor is a gift
given freely by the rich
houses built by the hands of
beggars can only fall
you will stand naked in
the ruins of everything you've
never owned and wait like a dog
for the kindness of strangers
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