2008
there
must be lights burning
brighter somewhere
the
streets turn for pillowcase
I
just want four walls and
adobe slabs for my girls
we
all will be received
snowbird
you
handsome bitch, you movie
twitch
but
obviously the past is
what makes any person
the
past is a strange place
there
is nothing i can do to make
you
mine
to
the rescue nobody ever comes
notes
for future lovers
in the
book mobile
I'm
no fool, I know you're cool
you
should've seen all the things
my
shadow did
The
fields may be whitening,
but
I will be gone
you've
not changed
I
don't carry dead weight
the
woods & the smell &
the word of farewell
torches
burn into the sad eyes
shame
is the name
born
to quit
I
like the places where the night
does not mean an end
I
know every crack in these
dirty sidewalks of Broadway
the rent
became whiskey
beauty and
the beast
drifting
down into the abattoir,
do you see what I see, dear?
camping
last day
Just
enough to make us know we don't
miss you
Campeling
Mr. Max
he
has no enemies; and none of
his friends like him
Ginger
in a real home
we've got
five years, my brain hurts a lot
placed
in a place for the
insensitive and the insane
meet Wolfie
(adoptable dogs update)
Sunny and
Ginger at my house
you had
to not be there
you'll
get eaten too
blues
run the game
life
is nothing much to lose
you
could have introduced me
proudly
yawning
emptiness demands
ever
more diminishing treats
do
I write write about myself
because I wont be this way very long
you can put
it out, but I can't put it
out
I may go out
tomorrow if I can borrow a
coat to wear
a
sonnet from a sociopath
hand in hand
down a waterslide in
Chattanooga
you
just have to say the word
who
hears animals?
you say you
don't love me
where
we've come to call the new
century
in
brother
warrior
the
conductor he's weary, he's still
stuck on the line
if I
say I'm not loving you for
what you are but for what you're not
pain works
on a sliding scale, so does
pleasure in a candy jail
go on back
to see the gypsy
Apocalypse,
No!
please, please,
before you bend your ear
misty morning,
clouds in the sky
oceans
apart
I would never
be you
strange
victory, strange defeat
open field
with the window
Jerry's
chillaxing
contribution
my
sentimental heart hardens
kick the
shit out of very frightened
children
wake up
without thinking you're the
one that I desired
what was
not but could have been was
my
obsession way back when
what
is not but could be if
baby don't
be looking in my mind
I could
list the details of
everything you ever wore or said, or how you stood
fate has just handed you to me
who've
brain-washed the small shy
boy
inside?
I've
got my mobile phone
full
of silicon chips
do you
happen to know where I am
from?
I don't
try much but I guess it
will do
I’m sick
to death of seeing things
from tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists
there's
something i've got to tell you
I never
really realized death is what
it meant to make it on my own
I
can live fine without love
good
friday, midnight birthday
still
drinking
on
the corner, just don't say I didn't warn ya
under
the bushes, under the stars
they
laugh `cause they know
they're untouchable, not because what I say is wrong
you
make me empty and lean for
another page in a magazine
i've
got absolutely no one, no one
but myself to blame
because
we must
I think of
demons, they never kill
everyone
was dancing, I stood over in
the corner, I was listening, they were saying this and saying that
I
couldn't believe after all these
years, you didn't know me better than that
the
hearty spirit of America
combined with the grit and grime of the city slime
why would
you pay to see me in a cage?
there is
nothing I could tell you that
will ever make a change about you
he is too
good to be true, he is set
to self-destruct
Ben's
show, Growing
played, Meryl made the head
I'd
rather play a different sort of
game that the
girls are just as good as
boys at playing
will I
snooze, snooze, snooze for
eternity? If God lets me, I will
there is no
love in modern life
bailiffs
with bad breath, I will slit
their
throats for you
she's a
hypnotist collector, you are
a walking antique
when I
am laid in earth, may my
wrongs create no trouble in your breast
it's not
your birthday anymore
you were
good in your time
the
longer I live
